LIBRARY 
 
 UN iV. ../iTY OP 
 CALIFORNIA 
 
 SAN DIEGO

 

 
 CAMBRIDGE ENGLISH CLASSICS 
 
 Poems 
 
 by 
 Richard Crashaw
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Born, 1613 ? 
 Died, 1649.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 
 DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES 
 
 AND OTHER POEMS 
 
 THE TEXT EDITED BY 
 
 A. R. WALLER 
 
 CAMBRIDGE : 
 
 at the University Press 
 
 1904
 
 HonDon: C J. CLAY AND SONS, 
 
 CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS WAREHOUSE, 
 
 AVE MARIA LANE. 
 
 50, WELLINGTON STREET. 
 
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 [All Rights reserved]
 
 NOTE. 
 
 r I ""His edition contains the whole of Crashaw's Poems, 
 English and Latin, now for the first time collected 
 in one volume. 
 
 Although not * English Classics,' it has been thought 
 best to include Crashaw's Latin and Greek poems, for 
 completeness' sake. These are reproduced faithfully 
 from the original issues printed at the Cambridge 
 University Press in 1634 and 1670 and from photo- 
 graphs of the Sancroft MS. No attempt has been 
 made to "improve" Crashaw's spelling or punctuation 
 save in the one or two trifling instances mentioned 
 in the notes, and save in the use of the modern 
 type-forms for j, j, , m, etc. 
 
 The arrangement of the text is as follows : 
 
 I. Epigrammatum Sacrorum Liber, from the 
 volume (5f x 3^ ins.) of 1634. A few additional 
 epigrams that occur in the second edition of 1670 will 
 be found on pp. 299 306. 
 
 II. Steps to the 'Temple and The Delights of the 
 Muses. The text of 1648 (5f x 3f ins.) has been 
 followed, but only those poems have been printed 
 which were not revised at a later date for the volume 
 entitled Carmen Deo Nostro, 1652 (see III. below). 
 The text of the first edition of Steps to the Temple. 
 Sacred Poems, with other Delights of the Muses... Printed 
 and Published according to Order... Printed by T. W. for
 
 NOTE 
 
 Humphrey Mose/ey,... 1646, has been collated with that of 
 1648, and both texts with that of Carmen Deo Nostro, 
 and the verbal alterations, omissions and additions in 
 these three texts will be found in the Appendix, this 
 course being deemed more satisfactory than to form an 
 eclectic text by guesswork. Certain poems belonging 
 to these three volumes are also in Archbishop Bancroft's 
 MS. (see IV. below) and in the British Museum MSS. 
 (see V. below) ; variations between these MSS. and the 
 printed volumes will be found in the Appendix. In the 
 text, the latest published form has been printed in each 
 case. For the loan of copies of the texts of 1646 and 
 1648 I am indebted to the Library of Trinity College, 
 Cambridge. 
 
 III. The revised collection of poems entitled 
 Carmen Deo Nostro (6^ x 4 ins.), printed and published 
 in Paris in 1652 and adorned with small plates engraved 
 from Crashaw's own drawings, has been followed from 
 the first page to the last. It bears evidence of having 
 been printed abroad, as its simple errors of the press 
 are numerous. These have been corrected and their 
 places marked by square brackets, and in the Appendix 
 will be found reproductions of the engravings, with in- 
 dications of their place. Copies of the edition of 1652 
 are very rare indeed, and it has been thought well to 
 preserve its eccentricities of spacing and its generosity in 
 the matter of titles and half-titles. 
 
 IV. The volume of Crashaw's (and other) poems, 
 copied by Archbishop Sancroft and now preserved in the 
 Bodleian, was kindly forwarded from Oxford to the 
 Cambridge University Library, to enable me to collate 
 it. I am much indebted to the authorities at Oxford 
 for this privilege, and to the University Librarian here 
 for making the examination of the MS. as easy as possible, 
 vi
 
 NOTE 
 
 A great many poems in it were first published by Dr 
 Grosart in his Fuller Worthies' edition of 1872-3; they 
 were rearranged by him to fall in with the scheme of 
 his edition, but in the following pages they will be 
 found printed in the order in which they occur in the 
 MS., the poems published by Crashaw being, of course, 
 omitted. As indicated above (see II.), verbal differ- 
 ences between MS. and published text will be found 
 in the notes to the latter. 
 
 The evidence that some poems other than those 
 indicated in the MS. by the initials R.C. are Crashaw's 
 is mainly based upon Abp Sancroft's table of contents 
 to his volume, a photograph of which I have had made. 
 I regret that in one case the evidence seems clear that 
 a poem printed by Dr Grosart as Crashaw's cannot be 
 his, and it does not therefore find a place in the present 
 text. 
 
 Abp Sancroft's table of contents begins thus : ' Mr 
 Crashaw's poems transcrib'd fro his own copie, before 
 they were printed ; among w ch | are some not printed. 
 Latin, on y e Gospels v. p. 7. On other subjects, p. 39. 
 95. 229. English sacred poems p. in. on other 
 subjects 39. 162. 164. v. 167. v. 196. 202. v. 206. 223. 
 v. Suspetto di Herode. | translat'd fro Car. Marino, p. 
 287 v.' The table then gives the titles of poems other 
 than Crashaw's, and amongst these are indexed the two 
 unsigned poems written on p. 205 of the MS., 'On a 
 Freind. On a Cobler': of these, Dr Grosart printed one 
 as Crashaw's and not the other. Dr Grosart took 
 '202. v. 206' to mean that all the poems on and between 
 those pages were Crashaw's. If that were so then the 
 verses 'On a Cobler' would be Crashaw's and these he 
 omitted. But, apart from the fact that these two poems 
 are indexed elsewhere among Abp Sancroft's miscella- 
 neous and anonymous collection, they are preceded by a 
 
 vii
 
 NOTE 
 
 poem to which Abp Bancroft affixed the initials R. Cr., 
 are followed by one bearing the same initials, and are 
 themselves unsigned. 
 
 Dr Grosart printed the following seven poems as 
 Crashaw's : Three 'On ye Gunpowder-Treason' (see 
 pp. 349354), two 'Upon the King's Coronation' 
 (pp. 355-6), ' Upon the birth of the Princesse Elizabeth ' 
 (pp. 357-8) and ' An Elegie on the death of Dr Porter ' 
 (pp. 3623). The external evidence, however, is not so 
 strong as Dr Grosart indicated on p. xxii of the Preface 
 to Vol. I. of his edition of 1872. He says 'All entered 
 thus 164 v. 167 are by him and so these being entered 
 under his name in Index as 167 v. 196 must belong to 
 him.' Of the poems in the MS. on pp. 164-167, the 
 first, 'Upon a gnatt burnt in a candle,' though lacking 
 the initials, I take to be Crashaw's, because it is the only 
 one on that page and that page is credited to him in the 
 Index. Pp. 165 and 6 contain 'Love's Horoscope,' 
 signed R. Cr., p. 166 'Ad amicam,' signed T. R. 
 [Thomas Randolph]. On p. 167 begins the long poem 
 ' Fidicinis et Philomelae ' (' Musicks Duell '), signed 
 R. Cr., which extends to p. 171 and is followed by 
 other poems, all bearing the initials R. Cr., on pp. 171- 
 179. On pp. 180-187 the five Gunpowder-Treason 
 and King's Coronation poems are transcribed and they 
 lack the initials. Pp. 187-190 contain the 'Panegyrick 
 upon the Birth of the Duke of York,' with the initials 
 R.Cr., pp. 190-192 the poem 'Upon the birth of the 
 Princesse Elizabeth,' mentioned above, and again lacking 
 initials, pp. 192-195 contain poems certainly by other 
 hands, whose authors are either there given or indexed 
 by Abp Sancroft, and p. 196 contains 'Ex Euphor- 
 mione ' with the initials R. Cr. again. 
 
 The ' Elegie on the death of Dr Porter ' is attributed 
 to Crashaw by Dr Grosart because.it is ' entered in Index 
 viii
 
 NOTE 
 
 under Crashaw ' (Grosart, ib. p. xxiii). But it will be seen 
 by a reference to Abp Sancroft's contents given above that 
 ' 229 ' seems to refer to Latin poems. Now p. 229 
 contains the Latin 'In Eundem Scazon,' with the initials 
 R. Cr., and the beginning of the Dr Porter poem, which 
 lacks the initials. 
 
 Against this negative evidence, which seems to me 
 worthy of consideration, there is the fact that the poems 
 in question are not elsewhere indexed by Abp Sancroft 
 as anonymous or miscellaneous, and the internal 
 evidence of their being from Crashaw's hand is not 
 insignificant. I have therefore decided to print them, 
 after stating the doubts concerning them. 
 
 This MS. volume of Abp Sancroft has many interest- 
 ing poems in it, other than Crashaw's, and my photograph 
 of his table of contents is at the service of other students 
 who may be working at the literature of that period. 
 
 V. In 1887-8 Dr Grosart issued a supplement 
 containing a collation of a small MS. volume, recently 
 acquired by the British Museum (Addit. MS. 33,219), 
 considered to be in the handwriting of Crashaw himself. 
 The volume was evidently a transcript of some of his 
 English poems, intended possibly as a gift, since it begins 
 with a few dedicatory lines and a longer dedicatory poem. 
 In his supplement Dr Grosart printed these lines and poem, 
 together with a translation from Grotius and two more 
 poems, as ' hitherto unprinted and unknown.' I have 
 printed the two dedicatory poems and the Grotius, but the 
 other two (' Midst all the darke and knotty snares ' and ' Is 
 murther no sin ') were already printed by Crashaw in his 
 ' Steps to the Temple,' 1646 and 1648, and will be found 
 in Dr Grosart's own 1872-3 edition on pp. 47 Vol. I. 
 and 144 Vol. II. respectively. In the notes to the 
 various published English poems will be found, as in 
 
 ix
 
 NOTE 
 
 the case of the Sancroft MS., variations between them 
 and this British Museum MS. 
 
 A further acquisition by the British Museum in 1894 
 (Addit. MS. 34,692) contains a transcript of Crashaw's 
 * Loe heere a little volume ' and ' Upon the Assumption.' 
 It is dated 1 642 and seems to have belonged to * Thorn : 
 Lenthall: Pemb: Hall:' in which college Crashaw began 
 his academical career. Its variations are recorded in the 
 notes, as are those of the poems in Harl. MSS. 6917-8, 
 and of the earliest appearances of some of Crashaw's verses 
 in sundry volumes of contemporary verse and prose. 
 Of these, attention may be called to the interesting 
 alternative readings found in the lines under the portrait 
 of Bp Andrewes (see pp. 134 and 372). 
 
 For assistance in the collation of the British Museum 
 MSS. I am indebted to Mr Richard Askham, and Mr 
 Albert Ivatt, of Christ's College, has very kindly pre- 
 pared the indexes for me. 
 
 The copy of Carmen Deo Nostro used for the purpose 
 of the present edition will rest in future in the library of 
 Peterhouse, of which College Crashaw was made Fellow 
 in 1637 and from which he was ejected, with others, six 
 years later for refusing to accept the Solemn League 
 and Covenant. 
 
 A. R. WALLER. 
 
 CAMBRIDGE, 
 
 May 15, 1904.
 
 EPIGRAM- 
 
 M ATUM 
 
 SACRORUM 
 
 LIBER. 
 
 Ex Academias celeberrimas 
 typographeo. 1634.
 
 SS. Theologize Professori, 
 
 Aul<e Pembrochian* Custodi dignissimo, 
 
 ex suorum minimis 
 minimus 
 
 R. C. 
 
 custodiam coelestem 
 P. 
 
 SUus est & floru fruftus ; quibus fruimur, si non 
 utilius, delicatius certe. Neque etiam rarum est 
 quod ad spem veris, de se per flores suos quasi 
 polliccntis, adultioris anni, ipsiusq; adeo Autumni 
 exigamus fidem. Ignoscas igitur (vir colendissime) 
 properanti sub ora Apollinis sui, primasque adolescentias 
 lascivia exultant! Musas. Tenerae aetatis flores adfert, 
 non frudtus seras : quos quidem exigere ad seram illam 
 & sobriam maturitatem, quam in frudtibus expedlamus 
 merito, durum fuerit ; fbrsan & ipsa hac prascoci 
 importunitate sua placituros magis : Tibi prassertim 
 quern paternus animus (quod fieri solet) intentum tenet 
 omni suas spei diluculo, quo tibi de tuorum indole 
 promittas aliquid. Ex more etiam eorum, qui in 
 prasmium laboris sui pretiumque patientias festini, ex iis 
 quas severunt ipsi & excoluerunt, quicquid est flosculi 
 prominulum, prima quasi verecundia auras & apertum 
 Jovem experientis arripiunt avide, saporemque illi non 
 tarn ex ipsius indole & ingenio quam ex animi sui 
 
 A2 -2
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 affectu, foventis in eo curas suas & spes, affingunt. 
 Patere igitur (reverende Gustos) hanc tibi ex istiusmodi 
 floribus corollam necti ; convivalem ver6 : nee aliter 
 passuram Sydus illud oris tui auspicatissimum nisi (qua 
 est etiam amoenitate) remissiore radio cum se reclinat, 
 & in tantum de se demit. Neque sane hoc scriptionis 
 genere (modo partes suas satis praestiterit) quid esse 
 potuit otio Theologico accommodatius, quo nimirum res 
 ipsa Theologica Poetica amoenitate delinita majestatem 
 suam venustate commendat. Hoc demum quicquid 
 est, amare tamen poteris ; & voles, scio : non ut 
 magnum quid, non ut egregium, non ut te dignum 
 denique, sed ut tuum : tuum summo jure ; utpote quod 
 e tua gleba, per tuum radium, in manum denique tuam 
 evocatu fuerit. Quod restat hujus libelli fatis, exorandus 
 es igitur (vir spectatissime) ut quern sinu tarn facili 
 privatum excepisti, eum jam ore magis publico allo- 
 quentem te non asperneris. Stes illi in limine, non 
 auspicium modo suum, sed & argumentum. Enimvero 
 Epigramma sacrum tuus ille vultus vel est, vel quid sit 
 docet ; ubi nimirum amabili diluitur severum, & sanctum 
 suavi demulcetur. Pronum me vides in negatam mihi 
 provinciam ; laudum tuarum, intelligo : quas mihi cum 
 modestia tua abstulerit, reliquum mihi est necessario ut 
 sim brevis : imo vero longus nimium ; utpote cui 
 argumentum istud abscissum fuerit, in quo unice 
 poteram, & sine tasdio, prolixus esse. Vale, virorum 
 ornatissime, neque dedigneris quod colere audeam Genii 
 tui serenitatem supplex tarn tenuis, & (quoniam numen 
 quoq; hoc de se non negat) amare etiam. Interim 
 vero da veniam Musae in tantum sibi non temperanti, 
 quin in hanc saltern laudis tuas partem, quas tibi ex rebus 
 sacris apud nos ornatis meritissima est, istiusmodi 
 carmine involare ausa sit, qualicunque,
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 
 SAlve, alme custos Piern gregis : 
 Per quern erudito exhalat in otio ; 
 Seu frigus udi captet antri, 
 Sive Jovem nitidbsque soles. 
 
 Non ipse custos pulchrior invias 
 Egit sub umbras dEmonios greges ; 
 Non ipse Apollo notus illis 
 Lege sua meliore cannte. 
 
 Tu si sereno des oculo frui ; 
 Sunt rura nobis, sunt juga, sunt 
 Sunt pleElra dulcium sororum ; 
 (Non alia mihi nota Phoebo) 
 
 Te dante, castos composuit sinus ; 
 Te dante, mores sumpsit ; y in suo 
 Videnda vultu, puheremque 
 Relligio cineremque nescit. 
 
 Stat cinfta dignA fronde decens caput : 
 Suosque per te fassa pa/am Deos, 
 Comlsque, Diva, vestibusque 
 Ingenium dedit ordinemque. 
 
 Jdmque ecce nobis amplior es modb 
 Majorque cerni. Quale jubar tremit 
 Sub os ! verecundusque quanta 
 Mole sui Genius labor at I 
 
 ''Jam qui serenas it tibi per genas, 
 Majors caelo Sydus habet suum ; 
 Majorque circum cuspidate 
 Ora comit tua flos diei. 
 
 Stat causa. Nempe hanc ipse Deus, Deus, 
 Hanc ara, per te pulchra, diem tibi 
 Tuam refundit, obvioque 
 It radio tibi se colenti.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Ecce, ecce ! sacro in limine, dum pio 
 Multumque prono poplite amas humum^ 
 Altarla annuunt ab alto ; 
 Et refluis tibi plaudit alls 
 
 Pulchro incalescem officio^ puer 
 Quicunque crispo sydere crinium, 
 Vultuquc non fatente terram, 
 Currit ib't roseus satelles. 
 
 Et jure. Nam cum fana tot inviis 
 Mcerent ruinls^ ipsdque (ceu precis 
 Manusque, non decora supplex, 
 
 Tendat) opem rogat y heu negatam ! 
 
 Tibi ipsa vott est ara sui rea. 
 Et sohet. O quam semper apud Dtum 
 Litabis illum^ cujus arcs 
 Ipse preces prius audiisti !
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 
 Venerabili viro Magistro Tournay^ 
 Tutori suo summe observando. 
 
 MEssis inauravit Cereri jam quarto capillos^ 
 fit is ha bet Bacchum quarto corona su< y 
 Nostra ex quo, primis plumte vix alba pruinis, 
 
 Ausa tuo Musa est nidificare sinu. 
 Hie nemuS) hie soles, 3" coelum mitius illi : 
 
 Hie sua quod Musis umbra vet aura dedit. 
 Sedit ibi secura malus quid moverit Auster, 
 
 Qute gravis hybernum vexerit ala Jovtm. 
 Nescio quo interea multum tibi murmure nota est : 
 
 Nempe sed hoc pot eras murmur amare tamen. 
 Tandem ecce (heu simili de prole puerpera} tandem 
 
 Hoc tenero tenera est pignore faEia parens. 
 Joma meam bane sobolem (rogo) quis sinus <*ltcr haberet ? 
 
 >uis mihi tarn noti nempe teporis erat ? 
 Sed quoq; & ipsa Meus (de ti) meus, improba, tutor 
 
 (<j)uam primiim potuit dicere) dixit^ erit. 
 Has ego legitimtS) nee Icevo sydere natee 
 
 Non puto degeneres indolis esse notas ; 
 Nempe quod ilia suo patri tarn semper apertos, 
 
 Tam semper faciles nor it a dire sinus. 
 Ergo tuam tibi sume : tuas eat ilia sub alas : 
 
 Hoc quoque de nostro, quod tuearis, habe. 
 Sic qute Suada tuo fontem sibi fecit in ore, 
 
 Sanflo y securo melle perennis eat. 
 Sic tua t sic nullas Siren non mulceat aures, 
 
 Aula cui plausus ff sua serta dedit. 
 Sic tuus ille (precor) Tagus out eat objice nullo, 
 
 Aut omni (quod adhuc) objice major eat.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Ornatissimo viro Praeceptori suo colen- 
 
 dissimo, Magistro Brook. 
 
 OM'ih'i qui nunquam nomen non duke fuisti 
 Tune quoque cum domini fronte timendus eras ! 
 llle ego pars vestri quonda intaftissima regni, 
 
 De nullo virgee nota labore tues, 
 Do tibi quod de te per secu/a longa queretur 
 
 Quod de me nimium non metuendus eras : 
 6ubd tibi turpis ego torpentis inertia sceptri 
 
 Tarn ferules tulerim mitia jura tuee. 
 Scilicet in foliis quicquid peccabitur istis^ 
 
 <j%uod tua virga statim vapulet, illud erit. 
 Ergo tibi heec pcenas pro me mea pagina pendat. 
 
 Hie agitur virgee res tibi multa tuee. 
 In me igitur quicquid nimis ilia pepercerit olim, 
 
 Id licet in fcetu vindicet omne meo. 
 Hie tuus inveniet satis in quo seeviat unguis, 
 
 6u6dque veru dofto tram obeliscus eat. 
 Scilicet heec mea sunt ; besc qua mala scilicet : o si 
 
 (Hu<e tua nempe forent) hie meliora forent ! 
 <j$ualiacunque, suum norunt heec flumina fontem. 
 
 (Nilus ab ignoto fonte superbus eat) 
 Nee certe nihil est qu& quis sit origine. Fontes 
 
 Esse solent fluvii nomen honorque sui. 
 Hie quoque tarn parvus (de me mea secula dicant) 
 
 Non parvi soboles hie quoque fontis erat. 
 Hoc modo & ipse velis de me dixisse, Meorum 
 
 llle fuit minimus. Sed fuit ille meus.
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 LECTORI. 
 
 SAlve. 'Jam.q; vale. Quid enim quis pergeret ultra ? 
 G$ua jocus 3* lusus non vocat, ire voles ? 
 Scilicet hie, Lefior, cur noster habebere, non est ; 
 
 Delitiis folio non faciente tuis. 
 Nam nee Acidalios halat mihi pagina rores ; 
 
 Nostra Cupidinete nee favet aura fad. 
 Frustra hinc ille suis quicquam promiserit alts : 
 
 Frustra hinc ilia novo speret abire sinu. 
 Ille e materna melius sibi talia myrto ; 
 
 Ilia jugis melius poscat ab Ida/Us. 
 Quterat ibi suus in quo cespite surgat Adonis, 
 
 Gjute melior teneris patria sit violis. 
 Illinc totius Florae, verisque, suique 
 
 Consilio, ille alas impleat, ilia sinus. 
 Me mea (casta tamen, si sit rudis) herba coronet : 
 
 Me mea (si rudis est, sit rudis) herba juvat. 
 Nulla meo Circesa tument tibi pocula versu : 
 
 Dulcia, & in furias qfficiosa tuas. 
 Nulla latet Lethe, quam fraus tibi florea libat, 
 
 Quam rosa sub fa/sis dat male fida genis. 
 Nulla verecundum mentitur mella venenum : 
 
 Captat ab insidiis linea nulla suis. 
 Et spleni, & jecori foliis bene parcitur istis. 
 
 Ah male cum rebus staret utrumque meis. 
 Rara est qu<s ridet ; nulla est qua pagina prurit : 
 
 Nulla salax, si quid norit habere sails. 
 Non nudts Veneres : nee, si jocus, udus habetur : 
 
 Non nimium Bacchus noster Apollo fuit. 
 Nil cui quis putri sit detorquendus oeello j 
 
 Est nihil obliquo quod velit ore legi. 
 Hac cor am, atque oculis legeret Lucretia justis : 
 
 Iret ff illtesis hinc pudor ipse genis. 
 Nam neque candidior voti venit aura pudici 
 
 De matutina virgine thura ferens : 
 Cum vestis nive vinfta sinus, nive tempora Julgens, 
 
 Dans nive flammeolis frigida jura comis, 
 Relligiosa pedum sensim vestigia librans, 
 
 Ante aras tandem constitit : & tremuit.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Nee gravis ipsa mo sub numine castior halat 
 
 Gjute pia non puras summovet ara manus. 
 'Tarn Venus in nostro non est nimis aurea versu : 
 
 Tarn non sunt pueri tela timenda del. 
 Stepe puer dubias circum me moverat alas ; 
 
 Jecit & incertas nostra sub ora faces. 
 Saipe vel ipse sua calamum mi hi blandus ab a la, 
 
 Vel matris cygno de meliore dedit. 
 Sape Dion tea paflus mihi serta corona ; 
 
 Sape, Meus votes tu, mihi dixit, eris. 
 I procul, i cum matre tua, puer improbe, dixi : 
 
 Non tibi cum numeris res erit ulla meis. 
 Tu Veronensi cum passere pulchrior ibis : 
 
 Bilbiliclsve queas comptius esse modis. 
 Ille tuos finget quocunque sub agmine crines : 
 
 Undique nequitiis par erit ille tuis. 
 Ille nimis (dixi} patet in tua pr&lia campus : 
 
 Heu nimis est votes & nimis ille tuus. 
 Gleba ilia (ah tua quam tamen urit adultera messis) 
 
 Esset Idumtso germine quanta parent ! 
 Quantus ibi & quanta premeret Puer ubera Matris ! 
 
 Nee ccelos vultu dissimulante suos. 
 Ejus in isto oculi satis essent sydera versu ; 
 
 Sydereo matris quam bene tuta sinu \ 
 Matris ut hie similes in collum mitteret ulnas, 
 
 Infa sinus niveos pergeret, ore pari \ 
 
 d genis pueri h<sc eequis daret oscula labris \ 
 
 t bene cognatis tret in ora rosis ! 
 Qu<e Maria tarn larga meat, quam disceret illic 
 
 Uvida sub pretio gemma tumere suo ! 
 Staret ibi ante suum lacrymatrix Diva Magistrum : 
 
 Seu levis aura volet, seu gravis undo cadat ; 
 Luminis htec soboles, & proles pyxidis illa^ 
 
 Pulchrius undo cadat^ suavius aura volet. 
 Quicquid in his sordet demum^ luceret in illis. 
 
 Improbe, nee satis est hunc tamen esse tuum ? 
 Improbe cede puer : quid enim mea carmina mulcts ? 
 
 Carmina de jaculis muta futura tuis. 
 Cede puer, qua te petulantis frana puellte ; 
 
 Turpia qua revocant pensa procacTs. herte ; 
 Gjua miseri male pulchra nitent mendacia limi ; 
 
 Qua cerussata, furta decora, gente ; 
 
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 Et
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 
 Qua mirere rosas, alieni sydera veris ; 
 
 Quas nivis baud proprics bruma redempta domat. 
 Cede puer (dixi, ff dico) cede improba mater : 
 
 Altera Cypris habet nos ; habet alter Amor. 
 Scilicet hie Amor est. Hie est quoque mater Amoris. 
 
 Sed mater virgo. Sed neque c&cus Amor. 
 O puer ! $ Domine ! o magnts reverentia matris ! 
 
 Alme tui stupor 3" relligio gremii ! 
 O Amor^ innocu<s cm sunt pia jura pharetree ; 
 
 Nee nisi de casto corde sagitta calens ! 
 Me, puer) $ certa, quern figis, fige sagitta. 
 
 O tua de me sit facta pharetra levis. 
 Qubdque illinc sitit & bibit, & bibit & sitit usque ; 
 
 Usque meum sitiat peftus, & usque bibat. 
 Fige^ puer y corda htsc. Seu spinis exiguus quis^ 
 
 Seu clavi aut hastae cuspide magnus ades ; 
 Seu major cruce cum tota ; seu maximus ipso 
 
 Te corda htec figh denique. Fige puer. 
 O metam hanc tuus csternum inclamaverit arcus : 
 
 Stridat in hanc teli densior aura tui. 
 O tibi si jaculum ferat a/a ferocior ullum, 
 
 Hanc habeat triti vulneris ire viam. 
 pulque tute populus cunque est^ quee turba^ pharttrte ; 
 
 Hie bene vulnificas nidus habebit aves. 
 O mihi sis hello semper tam seevus in isto ! 
 
 Peclus in hoc nunquam mitior hostis eas. 
 Quippe ego quam jaceam pugna bene sparsus in illft ! 
 
 jjuam bene sic lacero peflore sanus era ! 
 Hcec mea vota. Mei sunt htec quoque vota libelli. 
 
 Htec tua sint Lettor ; si meus esse voles. 
 Si meus esse voles ; meus ut sis, lumina (LeRor) 
 
 Casta, sed o nimium non tibi sicca precor. 
 Nam tibi fac madidis meus ille occurrerit alis, 
 
 (Sanguine^ seu lacrymd diffluat ille sua :) 
 Stipite totus Mans, clavisque reclusus & hasta : 
 
 Fans tuus in Jluvios desidiosus erit ? 
 Si tibi sanguineo meus hie tener iverit amne, 
 
 Tune tuas illi, dure^ negabis aquas ? 
 Ah durus ! quicunque meos^ nisi siccus, amores 
 
 No/it ; ff hie lacrymcs rem neget esse suee. 
 Sape hie Magdalinas vel aquas vel amaverit undas ; 
 
 Crtdo ntc Assyrian mtns tua malit opes. 
 
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 Scilicet ille tuos ignis recalescet ad ignes ; 
 
 Forsan & ilia tuis unda natabit aquis. 
 Hie eris ad curias, & odoros funere manes : 
 
 Hinc ignes nasci testis, & inde meos. 
 Hie mecum, & cum matre sua, mea gaudia qu&res : 
 
 Maturus Procerum seu stupor esse velit ; 
 Sive per antra sui lateat (tune templa) sepulchri : 
 
 Tertia lux reducem (lenta sed ilia) dabit. 
 Sint fidee precor ah (dices) facilesque tenebree j 
 
 Lux mea dum noftis (res nova /) poscit opem. 
 Denique charta meo quicquid mea dicat amorj y 
 
 Illi quo metuat cunque, fleatve, modo, 
 Leeta parum (dices} h<ec y sed neque dulcia non sunt : 
 
 Certe & amor (dices) hujus amandus erat. 
 
 SI nimium hie promitti tibi videtur, Lector bone, pro eo cui satisfaciendo 
 libellus iste futurus fuerit ; scias me in istis non ad haec modo spectare 
 quae hie habes, sed ea etiam quae olim (haec interim fovendo) habere 
 poteris. Nolui enim (si haclenus deesse amicis meis non potui, flagitantibus 
 a me, etiam cum dispendii sui periculo, paterer eos experiri te in tantum 
 favoremque tuum) nolui, inquam, fastidio tuo indulgere. Satis hie habes 
 quod vel releges ad ferulam suam (neque enim maturiores sibi annos ex his 
 aliqua vendicant) vel ut pignus plurium adultiorumque in sinu tuo 
 reponas. Elige tibi ex his utrumvis. Me interim quod attinet, finis meus 
 non fefellit. Maximum meae ambitionis scopum jamdudum attigi : tune 
 nimirum cum qualecunque hoc meum pene infantis Musas murmur ad 
 aures istas non ingratum sonuit, quibus neque do<fliores mihi de publico 
 timere habeo, nee sperare clementiores ; adeo ut de tuo jam plausu (dicam 
 ingenue & breviter) neque securus sim ultra neque solicitus. Prius tui, 
 quisquis es Lector, apud me reverentia prohibet; de cujus judicio omnia 
 possum magna sperare : posterius illorum reverentia non sinit, de quorum 
 perspicacitate maxima omnia non possum mihi non persuadere. Quanquam 
 6 quam velim tanti me esse in quo patria mea morem istum suum 
 deponere velit, genio suo tarn non dignum ; istum scilicet quo, suis 
 omnibus fastiditis, ea exosculatur unice, quibus trajecisse Alpes & de 
 transmarine esse, in pretium cessit ! Sed relictis hisce nimis improbae spei 
 votis, convertam me ad magistros Acygnianos; quos scio de novissimis 
 meis verbis (quanquam neminem nominarim) iratos me reliquisse: bilem 
 vero componant ; & mihi se hoc debere (ambitioso juveni verbum tam 
 magnum ignoseant) debere, inquam, fateantur: quod nimirum in tam 
 nobili argumento, in quo neque ad foetida de suis Sanclis figmenta, neque ad 
 putidas de nostris calumnias opus habeant confugere, de tenui hoc meo 
 dederim illorum magnitudini unde emineat. Emineat vero ; (serius dico) 
 Sciantque me semper se habituros esse sub ea, quam mihi eorum lux major 
 affuderit, umbra, placidissime acquiescentem. 
 
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 SACRA. 
 
 Luc. 18. 
 
 Pharisaeus & Publicanus. 
 
 EN duo Templum adeunt (diversis mentibus ambo :) 
 llle procul trepido lumine signal humum : 
 
 It gravis hie, & in alta ferox penetralia tendit. 
 Plus habet hie templi ; plus ha bet ille Dei. 
 
 MATTH. 21. 7. 
 In Asinum Christi ve&orem. 
 
 * T Lie suum didicit quondam objurgare magistrum : 
 \_ Et quid ni discos tu celebrare tuum ? 
 
 Mirum non minus est^ te jam potuisse tacere, 
 Ilium quam fuerat turn potuisse loqui. 
 
 * B ALA AMI Asinus. 
 
 Luc. 4. 
 Dominus apud suos vilis. 
 
 EN consanguinei ! patriis en exul in oris 
 Christus ! & haud alibi tarn peregrinus erat. 
 
 Qui socio demum pendebat sanguine latro, 
 O consanguineus quam fuit ille magts ! 
 
 Q 
 
 JOANN. 5. 
 
 Ad Bethesdae piscinam positus. 
 
 Uis novus hie refugis incumbit Tantalus undis, 
 Quern fallit toties tarn fugitiva salus ? 
 
 Unde hoc naufragium felix ? medicfe^ procell<s 
 Vitaque, tempestas quam pretiosa dedit ?
 
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 JOANN. 2O. 
 
 Christus ad Thomam. 
 
 S/Eva fides ! volume meos traflare do/ores ? 
 Crudeles digiti ! sic didicisse Deum ? 
 
 Vulnera, ne dubites, vis tangere nostra : sed ehtu, 
 Vulnera, dum dubitas, tu graviora fads. 
 
 MATTH. 16. 25. 
 
 Quisquis perdiderit animam suam mea 
 causi, inveniet earn. 
 
 Vita ; 7, per dam: mihi mors tua, Christ e, reperta est 
 {Mors tua vita mea est ; mors tibi, vita mea) 
 
 Aut ego te abscondam Christi (mea Vita) sepulchro. 
 Non adeb procul est tertius ille dies. 
 
 JOANN. 20. i. 
 Prime mane venit ad sepulchrum MAGDALENA. 
 
 TU matutinos pravertis, sanfta^ rubores, 
 Magdala ; sed jam turn Sol tuus ortus erat. 
 
 ydmque vetus meritb vanos Sol non agit ortus, 
 Et tanti radios non putat esse suos. 
 
 Gjuippe aliquo (rear) i/le y novus, jam niftat in astro, 
 Et se nofturna parvus ha bet facula. 
 
 6uam velit o tantte vel nuntius esse diei ! 
 Atque novus Soli Lucifer ire novo ! 
 
 JOANN. 6. 
 Quinque panes ad quinque hominum millia. 
 
 EN menses faciles, redivivdque vulnera ccen<s, 
 Qutfih indefessd provocat ora dope ! 
 
 AuEla Ceres stupet arcanfi se crescere messe. 
 Denique quid restat ? Pascitur ip$e cibus.
 
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 ACT. 8. 
 ./Ethiops lotus. 
 
 I Lit niger sacris exit (quam lautus /) ab undis : 
 Nee frustra ./Ethiopem nempe lavare fuit. 
 
 Mentem quam niveam piceee cutis umbra fovebit ! 
 Jam volet & nigros san&a Columba lares. 
 
 Luc. 18. 13. 
 
 Publicanus procul stans percutiebat pe6tus suum. 
 
 Cce hie peccator timidus petit advena templum ; 
 audet so/urn^ peEiora moesta ferit. 
 
 Fide miser ; puhdque fores has fortiter : illo 
 Invenies templo tu propiore Deum. 
 
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 MARC. 12. 44. 
 Obolum Viduae. 
 
 Utta brevis nummi (yitee patrona senilis) 
 diglth stillat non dubitantis anus : 
 
 htis multa vagi spumant de gurgite census. 
 Isti abjecerunt scilicet; Ilia dedit. 
 
 Luc. 10. 39. 
 
 MARIA ver6 assidens ad pedes ejus, audiebat cum. 
 
 A 
 
 Spice (nam^ novum est) ut ab hospite pendeat hospes 
 Huic ori par at ; hoc sumit ab ore cibos. 
 
 Tune epulis adeb es (soror) officiosa juvandis^ 
 Et sinis has (inquit) MARTHA, perire dopes ?
 
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 ACT. 2. 
 In SPIRIT^S sancti Descensum. 
 
 FErte sinus, o ferte : cadit vindemia coeli \ 
 Sanctaque ab tethereis volvitur uva jugis. 
 
 Felices nimium, queh tarn bona musta bibuntur ; 
 In quorum gremium lucida pergit hyems ! 
 
 En caput ! en ut nectareo micat ff micat astro ! 
 Gaudet 3" in roseis viva corona comis ! 
 
 lllls (p Superi ! quis sic neget ebrius esse ?) 
 7///5, ne titubent, dant sua vina faces. 
 
 Luc. 15. 13. 
 Congestis omnibus peregre profe&us est. 
 
 Die mihi, qub tantos properas y puer auree, nummos ? 
 Quorsum festince conglomerantur opes ? 
 
 Cur tibi tota vagos ruff ant patrimonia census ? 
 Non poterunt siliquae nempe minoris emi ? 
 
 ACT. 21. 13. 
 Non solum vinciri sed & mori paratus sum. 
 
 NOn modb vine/a, sed & mortem tibi^ Christe^ subibo, 
 Paulus ait, dofti callidus arte dolt. 
 
 Dicer et hoc aliter : Tibi non modb velle ligari, 
 Christe, sed & *solvi nempe paratus ero. 
 
 * Phil. I. 23- TTJV firiOvft.iav f\mv els TO dva\v<rai. 
 
 ACT. 12. 23. 
 In Herodem <TKw\r)K6(3pa)rov. 
 
 Lie Deus, Deus : h<zc populi vox unica : tantum 
 (Vile genus) vermes credere velle negant. 
 
 At citb se miseri, cito nunc errdsse fatentur ; 
 Carnes degustant, Ambrosiana^M^ putant. 
 
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 MATTH. 14. 
 
 Videns ventum magnum, timuit, & cum 
 coepisset demergi, clamavit, &c. 
 
 PEtre, cades, o, si dubitas : o fide : nee ipsum 
 (Petre) negat fidis <equor habere fidem. 
 
 Pondere pressa suo subsidunt ccetera : solum 
 (Petre) tiue mergit te levitatis onus. 
 
 Q 
 
 ACT. 8. 1 8. 
 
 Obtulit eis pecunias. 
 
 (Simon ? 
 
 Uorsum has hie nummos profers ? quorsum, impie 
 Non ille hie Judas, sed tibi Petrus adest. 
 
 Vis emisse Deum ? potius (precor) hoc age, Simon, 
 Si potes, ipse prius daemona vende tuum. 
 
 ACT. 5. 15. 
 Umbra S. Petri medetur aegrotis. 
 
 COnveniunt a/acres (sic, sic juvat ire sub umbras) 
 Atque umbras fieri (creditis ?) umbra vetat. 
 Petri umbra potens ! quee non miraciila prcestat ? 
 Nunc quoque, Papa, tuum sustinet ilia decus. 
 
 MARC. 7. 33, 36. 
 
 Tetigit linguam ejus, &c. & loquebatur 
 
 & praecepit illis n^ cui dicerent : illi ver6 
 eo magls praedicabant. 
 
 CHriste, jubes muta ora loqui ; muta ora loquuntur : 
 Sana tacere jubes ora ; nee ilia tacent. 
 Si digito tune usus eras, muta ora resolvens ; 
 N6nne opus est totd nunc tibi, Christe, manu ? 
 
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 Luc. 10. 32. 
 
 Sacerdos quidam descendens eadem via, 
 vidit & praeteriit. 
 
 SPeftasne {ah /) placidisque oculis mea vulnera traftas ? 
 O dolor ! S nostris vulnera vulneribus ! 
 Pax oris quam torva tui est ! quam triste serenum \ 
 Tranquillus miserum qui videt, ipse facit. 
 
 Luc. 17. 
 Leprosi ingrati. 
 
 DUm linquunt Christum (ah morbus f) sanantur euntes : 
 Ipse etiam morbus sic medicina fuit. 
 
 At sani Christum (mens ah malesana /) relinquunt : 
 Ipsa etiam morbus sic medicina fuit. 
 
 MATTH. 6. 34. 
 Ne soliciti estote in crastinum. 
 
 IMistr, inque tuas rape non tua tempora euros : 
 Et nondum natis perge perire malis. 
 
 Mi querulis satis una dies, satis angitur horis : 
 Una dies lacrymis mi satis uda suis. 
 
 Non mi hi ventures vacat expect are dolor es : 
 Nolo ego y nolo hodie crastinus esse miser. 
 
 MATTH. 9. 9. 
 A telonio Matthaeui. 
 
 H satis, ah nimis est : noli ultra ferre magistrum, 
 Et lucro domino turpia colla dare. 
 
 Jam fuge ; jam {Mattheee) feri fuge regna tyranni : 
 Ino^ bonam felix i fugitive *crucem. 
 
 * CHRISTI scilieet. 
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 Luc. 7. 
 Viduae films e feretro matri redditur. 
 
 N redeunty lacrymas^ breves nova gaud'ia pensant 
 Bisq; ilia est, uno in pignore, fatta par ens. 
 
 Felix y qua magts es nati per funera mater ! 
 Amisisse, iterum cui peperisse fuit. 
 
 MATTH. 18. 
 Bonum intrarc in ccelos cum uno oculo, &c. 
 
 UNo oculo ? ah centum potius mihi, millia centum 
 Nam quis ibi, in ccelo, quis satts Argus erit ? 
 
 Aut si oculus mihi tantum unus conceditur, unus 
 hte oculus fiam totus & omnis ego. 
 
 
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 Luc. 14. 
 Hydropicus sanatur. 
 
 Pse mum pelagus, morboque immersus aquoso 
 6ui fuit, ut l<stus nunc micat atque levis ! 
 
 lippe in vina iterum Christus (J>uto) transtulit undas ; 
 Et nunc iste suis ebrius est ab aquis. 
 
 Luc. 2. 7. 
 Non erat iis in diversorio locus. 
 
 Lit non locus est ? Ilium ergo pellitis ? Ilium f 
 I lie Deus, quern sic pellitis ; ille Deus. 
 
 furor ! humani miracula s<sva furoris ! 
 Illi non locus est, quo sine nee locus est. 
 
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 Luc. 16. 
 In lacrymas Lazari spretas a Divite. 
 
 Elix $ ! lacrymis (o Lazare} ditior istis, 
 6>uam qui purpureas it gravis inter opes \ 
 
 Ilium cum rutili nova purpura vestiet ignis, 
 Ille tuas lacrymas quam volet esse suas ! 
 
 MATTH. 26. 65. 
 Indignatur Caiphas Christo se confitenti. 
 
 T 
 
 U Christum, Christum quod non negat esse, lacessis 
 Ipsius hoc crimen, quod fuit ipse, fait. 
 
 Tene Sacerdotem credo m ? Novus ille Sacerdos, 
 Per quern impune Deo non licet esse Deum. 
 
 JOANN. 12. 37. 
 
 Cum tot signa edidisset, non credebant in eum. 
 
 N 
 
 On tibi y Christe, fidem tua tot miracula pr&stant 
 (0 verbi, o dextrce dulcia regna tuts !) 
 
 Non preestant ? neque te post tot miracula credunt 
 Mirac'lum, qui non credidit, ipse fait. 
 
 Q 
 
 MARC. i. 1 6. 
 Ad S. Andream piscatorem. 
 
 Uippe potes pulchre captare &f fallere pisces \ 
 Centum illic discis lubricus ire dolis. 
 
 Heus bone piscator \ tendit sua retia Christus : 
 Artem inverte, et jam tu qitqyue disce capi. 
 
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 JOANN. I. 23. 
 
 Ego sum vox, &c. 
 
 VOx ego sum, diets: tu vox , sanfte Joannes*. 
 Si vox es y genitor cur tlbi mutus erat ? 
 
 Ista tui fuerant quam mira silentia patris \ 
 Vocem non habuit tune quoque cum genult. 
 
 Q 
 
 ACT. 12. 
 Vincula sponte decidunt. 
 
 Ui ferro Petrum cumulas^ durissime custos^ 
 A ferro disces mollior esse tuo. 
 
 Ecce fluit^ nodlsque suis evolvitur ultra : 
 I fatue, & vinc'lis vincula pone tuis. 
 
 In diem omnium Sanctorum. 
 REV. 7. 3. 
 
 Ne laedite terram, neque mare, neque arbores, 
 
 quousque obsignaverimus servos Dei 
 
 nostri in frontibus suis. 
 
 NUsqua immitis agat ventus sua murmura ; nusqua 
 Sylva tremat, crispis sollicitata eomis. 
 
 jEqua Thetis placide allabens ferat oscu/a Term ; 
 Terra suos Thetidi pandat arnica sinus: 
 
 Undique Pax effusa pits volet aurea pennis. 
 From bona dum signo est quteque notata suo. 
 
 Ah quid in hoc opus est signis aliunde petendis ? 
 Frons bona sat lacrymis quteque notata suis. 
 
 Q 
 
 In die Conjurationis sulphureae. 
 
 Uam bene dispositis annus dot currere festis \ 
 Post Omnes San&os, Omne scelus sequitur. 
 
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 Deus sub utero virginis. 
 
 ECce tuus, Natura, pattr ! pattr hie tuus, hie tst : 
 lilt, uterus matris quern tentt, Hit pattr. 
 
 Pellibus exiguis ar&atur Filius ingens, 
 
 Quern tu non totum (crede) nee ipsa capis. 
 
 Quanta uteri, Regina, tut reverentia tecum est, 
 Dum jacet hie, ccelo sub breviore, Deus \ 
 
 Conscia divino gliscunt prtecordia motu 
 (Nee vehit esthereos sanflior aura polos} 
 
 Quam bene sub tefto tibi concipiuntur eodem 
 Vota, y (vota cut concipienda) Deus \ 
 
 Quod nubes alia, & tanti super atria cceli 
 Queerunt, invenient hoc tua vota domi. 
 
 O felix anima hac, qua tarn sua gaudia tangit \ 
 Sub conclave suo cut suus ignis adest. 
 
 Corpus amet (licet) ilia suum, neque sydera malit : 
 jj^uod vine /um est aliis, hoc habet ilia domum. 
 
 Sola jaces, neque sola ; toro quocunque recumbis, 
 lllo estis positi tuque tuusque toro. 
 
 Immo ubi casta tuo posita es cum conjuge eonjunx, 
 (Quod mirum mag\s est) es tuus ipsa torus. 
 
 ACT. 7. 1 6. 
 Ad Judaeos ma&atores Stephani. 
 
 FRustra ilium increpitant, frustra vaga saxa : ntc illi 
 Grandinis (heu s<ev<s \ ) dura procella noeit. 
 
 Ista potest tolerare ; potest nescire : sed illi, 
 Qua sunt in vestro pettore, saxa nocent. 
 
 E 
 
 REV. i. 9. 
 D. Joannes in exilio. 
 
 Xul, Amor Christi est: Christum tamen invenit exul: 
 Et solitos illic invenit ille sinus. 
 
 Ah longo, aterno ah terras indicite nobis 
 Exilio, Christi si sinus txiliuiQ tst.
 
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 MATTH. 2. 
 Ad Infantes Martyres. 
 
 Undite ridentes animas ; effundite ccelo : 
 
 Discet ibi vestra (5 quam bene !) lingua loqui. 
 
 Nee vos lac vestrum & maternos qu&rite fontes : 
 Qtus vos expeftat la&ea tota via est. 
 
 A 
 
 Luc. 2. 
 Quaerit Jesum suum beata Virgo. 
 
 r, redeas misera, redeas (puer alme) parenti ; 
 Ah) neque te ccelis tarn citb redde tuis. 
 
 Coelum nostra tuum fuerint o brachia, si te 
 Nostra suum poterunt brachia ferre Deum. 
 
 I 
 
 MATTH. 8. 
 Non sum dignus ut sub te&a mea venias. 
 
 N tua tefla Deus veniet : tuus baud sinit illud 
 Et pudor, atque humili in peftore celsa fides. 
 
 Ilium ergb accipies quoniam non accipis : ergb 
 In te jam veniet^ non tua te&a, Deus. 
 
 MATTH. 27. 12. 
 Christus accusatus nihil respondit. 
 
 II ait : o sanffte pretiosa silentia lingu<s \ 
 Ponderis 6 quanti res nihil illud erat \ 
 
 Ille olim, verbum qui dixit, iff omnia fecit, 
 Verbum non dicens omnia nunc reficit. 
 
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 Luc. 2. 
 Nunc dimittis. 
 
 SPesne meas tandem ergo met tenuere lacerti ? 
 Ergo bibunt oculos lumina nostra tuos ? 
 
 Ergb bibant ; posslntque novam sperare juventam : 
 possint senii non meminisse sui ! 
 
 Immo mihi potius mitem mors induat umbram 
 (Esse sub his oculis si tamen umbra potest) 
 
 Ah satis est. Ego te vidi (puer auree] vidi : 
 Nil post te, nisi te (Christe) videre volo. 
 
 Luc. 8. 
 Verbum inter spinas. 
 
 S/Epe Dei verbum sentes cadit inter ; iff atrum 
 Miscet spina procax (ah male juntta /) latus. 
 
 Credo quidem : nam sic spinas ah scilicet inter 
 Ipse Deus Verbum tu quoque (Christe) cadis. 
 
 Luc. 14. 5. 
 
 Sabbatum 
 
 Judaicum, 
 
 & 
 Christianum. 
 
 REs eadem vario quantum distinguitur usu \ 
 Nostra homine servant sabbata ; vestra bove. 
 
 Observent igitur (paflo quid justius isto ?) 
 
 Sabbata nostra homines, sabbata vestra boves. 
 
 MATTH. 10. 52. 
 Ad verbum Dei sanatur caecus. 
 
 CHriste, loquutus eras ($ sacra licentia verbi !) 
 ydmque novus cteci fluxit in ora dies. 
 
 Jam, credo, *Nemo est, sicut Tu, Christe, loquutus 
 Auribus ? immo oculis, Christe, loquutus eras. 
 
 * Joann. 7. 46-.. 
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 MATTH. n. 
 Onus meum leve est. 
 
 ESse levis quicunque voles, onus accipe Christi : 
 Ala tuts humeris, non onus, illud erit. 
 
 Christi onus an qu<sris quam [sit] grave ? scilicet, audi, 
 Tarn grave, ut ad summos te premat usque polos. 
 
 JOANN. 6. 
 Miraculum quinque panum. 
 
 Cce vagi venit unda cibi \ venit indole sacra 
 Fortis, & in denies fertilis innumeros. 
 
 Ruanda erat inviflte tarn sanfia licentia ccente ? 
 Ilia famem populi pascit, & ilia fidem. 
 
 E 
 
 A 
 
 JOANN. 8. 52. 
 
 Nunc scimus te habere daemonium. 
 
 Ut Deus, aut saltern daemon tibi notior esset, 
 (Gens mala) qucs dicis d<zmona habere Deum. 
 
 Ignorasse Deum poteras, o c<eca : sed oro, 
 Et patrem poteras tarn male nosse tuum 
 
 In beatas Virginis verecundiam. 
 
 N gremio, quarts, cur sic sua lumina Virgo 
 Ponat ? ubi melius poneret ilia, precor ? 
 
 O ubi, quam ccelo, melius sua lumina ponat ? 
 Despicit, at ccelum sic tamen ilia videt. 
 
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 In vulnera Dei pendentis. 
 
 OFrontisy lateris, manuhmq; pedumque cruores ! 
 O quce purpureo flumina fonte patent ! 
 
 In nostram (ut quondam) pes nan valet ire saluttm, 
 Sed natat ; in fluviis (ah !) natat ille suis. 
 
 Fixa manus ; dat, fixa : pios bona dextera rores 
 Donat) & in donum solvitur ipsa suum. 
 
 latus, o torrens ! quis enim torrentior exit 
 Nilus, ubi pronis pr&cipitatur aquis ? 
 
 Mille y mille simul cadit & cadit undique guttls 
 From : viden ut scsvus purpuret or a pudor ? 
 
 Spines hoc irrigate florent crudeliter imbre, 
 Inh novas sperant protinus ire rosas. 
 
 Quisque capillus it exiguo tener alveus amne, 
 H$c quasi de rubro rivulus oceano. 
 
 nimium vivae pretiosis omnibus undae / 
 Fons vitae nunquam verior ille fuit. 
 
 MATTH. 9. n. 
 Quare cum Publicanis manducat Magister vestcr ? 
 
 ERgo istis socium se peccatoribus addit ? 
 Ergo istis sacrum non negat ille latus ? 
 
 Tw, Pharisee, rogas jfesus cur fecerit istud ? 
 N(S dicam : Jesus, non Pharisaeus, irat. 
 
 I 
 
 MATTH. 28. 
 
 Ecce locus ubi jacuit Dominus. 
 Psum, Ipsum (precor) o potius mihi (candide) monstra: 
 
 Ipsi, Ipsi, o lacrymis oro sit ire meis. 
 
 Si monstrare locum satis est, & dicere nobis, 
 En, Maria, hie tuus en, hie jacuit Dominus ; 
 
 Ipsa ulnas monstrare meas, & dicere possum^ 
 En, Maria, hie tuus en, hie jacuit Dominus. 
 
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 Luc. 17. 
 Leprosi ingrati. 
 
 LEx jubet ex hominum ccetu procul ire leprosos 
 At mundi a Christo cur abiere procul ? 
 
 Non abit, at sedes tantum mutavit in illh ; 
 Et lepra, qua fuerat corpore, mente sedet. 
 
 Sic igitur digna vice res variatur ; &f a se 
 
 procul ante homines, nunc habuere Deum. 
 
 JOANN. 2O. 
 In cicatrices quas Christus habet in se adhuc superstites. 
 
 QUicquid spina procax, vel stylo clavus acuto, 
 jguicquid purpurea scripserat hasta nota, 
 
 Vivit adhuc tecum : sed jam tua vulnera non sunt : 
 Non, sed vulneribus sunt medicina meis. 
 
 ACT. 5. 
 ^Eger implorat umbram D. Petri. 
 
 PEtre, tua lateam paulisper (Petre) sub umbra: 
 Sic mea me qu&rent fata, nee invenient. 
 
 Umbra da bit tua posse meum me cernere so/em ; 
 Et mea lux umbra sic erit umbra tua. 
 
 Luc. 24. 39. 
 
 Quid turbati estis ? Videte manus meas & 
 pedes, quia ego ipse sum. 
 
 EN me, &J 5 signa mei, quondam mea vulnera \ certe, 
 Pos nisi credetis, vulnera sunt & adhuc. 
 
 O nunc ergo fidem sanent mea vulnera vestram : 
 mea nunc sanet vulntra vtstra fides. 
 
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 ACT. 12. 
 In vincula Petro sponte delapsa, & apertas fores. 
 
 FErri non meminit ferrum : se vincula Petro 
 Dissimulant : nescit career habere fores. 
 
 6}uam bene liber erit y career quem liberat ! ipsa 
 Vincula quem solvunt, quam bene tutus erit \ 
 
 ACT. 19. 12. 
 Deferebantur a corpore ejus sudaria, &c. 
 
 IMperiosa premunt morbos, ff ferrea fati 
 "Jura ligant, Pauli lintea tafia manu. 
 
 Unde htfc felicis laus est iff gloria lini ? 
 Htec (reor) e Lachesis pensa fuere colo. 
 
 JOANN. 15. 
 Christus Vitis ad Vinitorem Patrem. 
 
 EN serpit tua, purpureo tua palmite vitis 
 Serpitj & (ah /) spretis it per hutnum foliis. 
 
 Tu viti succurre tuee^ mi Vinitor ingens : 
 
 Da fulcrum ; fulcrum da mihi: quale ? crucem. 
 
 ACT. 26. 28. 
 Pene persuades mihi ut fiam Christianus. 
 
 PEn^ ? quid hoc pene est ? Vicinia seeva salutis ! 
 quam tu malus es proximitate boni ! 
 
 Ah ! portu qui teste perit, bis naufragus ille est ; 
 Hunc non tarn pelagus^ quam sua terra premit. 
 
 Qute nobis spes vix absunt, crudelius absunt: 
 Pene fui felix, Emphasis est 
 
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 JOANN. 3. 19. 
 
 Lux venit in mundum, sed dilexerunt homines 
 magis tenebras quam lucem. 
 
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 Vce sua venit ecce Deus, mundoque refulget ; 
 Pergit adhuc tenebras mundus amare suas. 
 
 At Stygiis igltur mundus damnabitur umbris : 
 Pergit adhuc tenebras mundus amare suas ? 
 
 O 
 
 Luc. 16. 
 Dives implorat guttam. 
 
 Mihi si digito tremat & tremat unica summo 
 Gutta ! o si Jlammas mulceat una meas ! 
 
 Currat opum quocunque volet levis undo mearum: 
 Una mihi heec detur gemmula, Dives ero. 
 
 JOANN. 3. 4. 
 Quomodo potest homo gigni qui est senex ? 
 
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 /c, Phoenix unde in nitidos novus emicat annos ; 
 Plaudit & elusos aurea penna rogos ? 
 
 Quit colubrum dolus insinuat per secula retro^ 
 Et jubet emeritum luxuriare latus ? 
 
 Cur rostra pereunte suam prtedata seneffam 
 Torua ales, rapido plus legit ore diem ? 
 
 Immo, sed ad nixus qucs stat Lucina secundos ? 
 Natales seros unde senex habeat. 
 
 Ignoras, Pharisee ? sat est: jam credere disces : 
 Dimidium fidei, qui bene nescit, habet. 
 
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 MARC. n. 13. 
 Arbor Christi jussu arescens. 
 
 I Lie jubet : procul ite mei, mea gloria, rami: 
 Nulla vocet nostras amplius aura comas, 
 
 Ite ; nee o pigeat: nam vos neque fulminis ira, 
 Nee trucis a la Noti verberat : Ille jubet. 
 
 O vox \ $ Zephyro vel sic quoque dulcior omni \ 
 Non possum Autumno nobiliore frui. 
 
 Luc. i. 12. 
 Zacharias minus credens. 
 
 INfantis fore te patrem, res mira videtur ; 
 Infans interea faftus es ipse pater. 
 
 Et dum promissi signum (nimis anxie) qu&ris, 
 'Jam nisi per signum qucsrere nulla potes, 
 
 JOANN. 3. 
 
 In aquam baptismi Dominici. 
 
 Felix o, sacros cut sic licet ire per artus ! 
 Felix \ dum lavat hunc, ipsa lavatur aqua. 
 
 Gutta quidem sacros qutecunque per ambulat artus, 
 Dum manet hie, gema est ; dum cadit hinc, lacryma. 
 
 Luc. 13. II. 
 
 Mulieri incuivatae medetur Dominus, 
 indignante Archisynagogo. 
 
 IN proprios replicata sinus qua repserat, & jam 
 Daemonis (infelix !) nil nisi nodus erat, 
 
 Solvitur ad digitum Domini : sed striftior illo 
 Unicus est nodus ; cor, Pharistee^ tuum.
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 
 MATTH. 22. 46. 
 
 Neque ausus fuit quisquam ex illo die cum 
 amplius interrogare. 
 
 CHriste, malas fraudes, Pharisaica retia, fallis , 
 Et miseros sacro discutis ore dolos. 
 
 Ergo tacent tandem, atque invita silentia servant : 
 Tarn btnt non alittr te potuert loqui. 
 
 MATTH. 20. 20. 
 S. Joannes matri suae. 
 
 OM'ihi cur dextram, mater, cur, oro, sinistram 
 Poscis, ab officio mater iniqua tuo ? 
 
 No/o manum Christi dextram mihi, nolo sinistram : 
 Tarn procul a sacro non libet esse sinu. 
 
 MATTH. 4. 
 Si Filius Dei es, dejice te. 
 
 NI se dejiciat Christus de vertice Templi, 
 Non credes quod sit Filius ille Dei. 
 
 At max te humano de peftore dejicit : heus /, 
 Non credes quod sit Filius ille Dei ? 
 
 Luc. 19. 41. 
 Dominus flens ad Judasos. 
 
 DIscite vos miseri y venientes discite Jlammas ; 
 Nee facite o lacrymas sic periisse meas. 
 
 Nee periisse tamen poterunt: mihi credite, vestras 
 yd reprimet Jlammas hac aqua, vel facitt. 
 
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 Luc. 18. ii. 
 Nee velut hie Publicanus. 
 
 I Stum ? vile caput ! quantum mihi gratulor, inquis 
 htum quod novi tarn mihi dissimilem ! 
 
 Vilis at iste abiit sacris acceptior arts : 
 
 cy & jacJes hunc tibi dissimilem. 
 
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 ACT. 9. 3. 
 In Saulum fulgore nimio excaecatum. 
 
 \]ee lucis tenebra ? qu<e nox est ista diei ? 
 Nox nova^ quam nimii luminis umbra faclt 
 
 An Sau/us fuerit c&cus, vix dicer e possum ; 
 Hoc scio, qubd captus lumine Saulus erat. 
 
 Luc. IO. 23. 
 Beati oculi qui vident. 
 
 Urn Christus nostris ibat mitisstmus oris, 
 Atque novum c&cos jussit habere diem, 
 
 Felices, oculus qui tune babue're, vocantur ? 
 Felices, & qui non habuere, voco. 
 
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 Luc. 7. 15. 
 Filius feretro matri redditur. 
 
 Rg&ne tarn subita potuit vice Jlebilis horror 
 In natalitia candidus ire toga ? 
 
 uos vidi, matris gemitus has esse dolentis 
 Credideram ; gemitus parturientis erant.
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 
 MATTH. n. 25. 
 In seculi sapientes. 
 
 ERgone delitias facit, & sibi plaudit ab alto 
 Stultitia^ ut vel'tt hoc ambitione peti ? 
 
 Difficilisne adeo fafta est^ ff seria tandem ? 
 Ergo & in hanc etiam quis sapuisse potest ? 
 
 Tantum erat^ ut possit tibi doftior esse ruina ? 
 Tanti igitur cerebri m, periisse, fuit ? 
 
 Nil opus ingenio ; nihil hdc opus Arte furoris : 
 Simplicius poteris scilicet esse miser. 
 
 Luc. 4. 29. 
 In Judaeos Christum praecipitare conantes. 
 
 Dlcite, qute tanta est sceleris fiducia vestri ? 
 G^ucd nequiit deemon^ id voluisse scelus ? 
 
 Quod nequiit daemon scelus^ id voluisse patrare \ 
 Hoc tentare ipsum daemona (credo) fuit. 
 
 REV. 7. 9. 
 In Draconem praecipitem. 
 
 IFrustra truculente ; tuas procul aurea rident 
 Astra minas, ccelo jam bene tuta suo. 
 
 Tune igitur ccelum super ire atque astra parabas ? 
 Ascensu tanto non opus ad barathrum. 
 
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 Luc. 2. 
 Beatae Virgini credenti. 
 
 Iraris (quid enim faceres?) sed & hesc quoq\ credis : 
 Heec uteri credis dulcia monstra tui. 
 
 En fidei y Regina^ tuee dignissima merce r 
 Fida Dei fueras filia ; mater eris. 
 
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 MARC. 12. 
 Licetne Caesari censum dare ? 
 
 POst tot Scribarum (Christe) in te prcelia, tandem 
 Ipse venit C<esar: C&sar in arma venit. 
 
 Pugnant terribiles non Ceesaris ense, sed ense 
 C&sare : quin C&sar vinceris ipse tamen. 
 
 Hoc quoque tu conscribe tuts, Auguste^ triumphis. 
 Sic vinci dignus quis nisi Casar erat ? 
 
 MATTH. 9. 
 
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 In tibicines & turbam tumultuantem 
 circa defunftam. 
 
 Ani y quid strepitisl nam, quamvls *dormiat i/la y 
 Non tamen 2 somno est sic revocanda suo. 
 
 Expeftat solos Christi sopor iste susurros : 
 Dormit-y nee dormit omnibus ilia tamen. 
 
 * Vers. 24. Non enim mortua est puella, sed dormit. 
 
 MATTH. 6. 19. 
 Piscatores vocati. 
 
 LUdite jam pisces secura per tequora : pisces 
 Nos quoque (sed varia sub ratione) sumus. 
 
 Non potuisse capi^ vobis spes una salutis : 
 Una salus nobis est^ potuisse capi. 
 
 MARC. 12. 
 Date Caesari. 
 
 CUntta Deo debentur: habet tamen ff sua Ceesar\ 
 Nee minus inde Deo est, si sua Ceesar habet. 
 
 Non minus inde Deo est, solio si ctetera dantur 
 Ctssareo, C&sar cum datur ipse Deo. 
 
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 MATTH. 21. 7. 
 Dominus asino vehitur. 
 
 I Lie igitur vilem te, te dignatur asellum, 
 non veflurd nan bene digne tud ? 
 
 Heu quibus baud pugnat Christi patientia monstris ? 
 Hoc^ qubd sic fertur, hoc quoque ferre fuit. 
 
 Luc. 21. 27. 
 Videbunt Filium hominis venientem in nube. 
 
 Immo veni: aerios (5 Christi) accingere currus, 
 Infa triumphali nube coruscus ades. 
 
 Nubem qu&ris? erunt nostra (ah!) suspiria nubes: 
 Aut sol in nubem se dabit ipse tuam. 
 
 JOANN. 2O. 
 Nisi digitum immisero, &c. 
 
 IMpius ergb iterum clavos? iterum impius hastam? 
 Et totum digitus triste revo/vet opus? 
 
 Time igitur Christum (Thoma) qub vivere credas^ 
 Tu Christum faceres (ah truculente!) mori? 
 
 ACT. 8. 
 Ad Judaeos ma&atores S. Stephani. 
 
 QUid datis (ah miseri!} saxis nolentibus iras? 
 juid nimis in tragicum prtecipitatis opus? 
 
 In mortem Stephani se dant invita : sed illi 
 Occiso faciunt sponte sud tumulum. 
 
 San&o Joanni, diledlo discipulo. 
 
 TU fruere- y augustoq; sinu caput abde (quod o turn 
 Nollet in eeterna se posuisse rosa) 
 
 Tu fruere : & sacro dum te sic pe&ore portat, 
 O sat erit tergo me potuisse vehi. 
 
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 MATTH. 2. 
 In la&entes Martyres. 
 Ulnera natorum qui vidit, & ubera matrum. 
 
 Per pueros fluviis (ah /) simul ire suis ; 
 
 Sic pueros quisquis vidit, dubitavit, an illos 
 Lilia ccelorum diceret^ anne rosas. 
 
 MATTH. i. 23. 
 Deus nobiscum. 
 
 NObiscum Deus est ? vestrum hoc est (hei mihi /) vestrum : 
 Vobiscum Deus est y 8 asini atque boves. 
 
 Nobiscum non est : nam nos domus aurea sumit : 
 Nobiscum Deus est, dff jacet in stabulo ? 
 
 Hoc igitur nostrum ut fiat (dulcissime Jesu) 
 Nos dandi stabulis, vel tibi danda domus. 
 
 Christus circumcisus ad Patrem. 
 
 Has en primitias nostr<e (Pater) accipe mortis ; 
 (7 it am ex quo sumpsi y vivere dedidici) 
 
 Ira (Pater) tua de pluvid gustaverit ista : 
 Olim ibit fluviis hoc latus omne suis. 
 
 Tune sitiat licet ff sitiat t bibet & bibet usque" : 
 Tune potent toto fonte superba frui. 
 
 Nunc hastae inter ea possit pr&ludere culter: 
 Indolis in paenas spes erit ista meee. 
 
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 In Epiphaniam Domini. 
 
 On solitd contenta dies face lucis 
 Ecce micat radiis c&sariata novis. 
 
 Persa sagax, propera : discurre per ardua Regum 
 Teffa, per auratas marmoredsque domus : 
 
 Qutsre 5, qu<s intepuit Reginee purpura partu; 
 Principe vagitu qu<e domus insonuit. 
 
 Audin Persa sagax] Qui tanta negotia coelo 
 Fecit, Bethlemiis vagiit in ^tabulis. 
 
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 Luc. 2. 49. 
 Ecce quaerebamus te, &c. 
 
 E qu&ro miser a^ & qutsro: tu nunc quoque trafias 
 Res Patris: Pater est unica cur a tibi: 
 
 uippe quod ad poenas tantum & tot nomina mortis^ 
 Ad luftum & /aery mas (bei mihi\) mater ego. 
 
 JOANN. 2. 
 
 Aquae in vinum versae. 
 
 UNde rubor vestris, dff non sua purpura lymphh? 
 Qu<e rasa mirantes tarn nova mutat aquas? 
 
 Numen (convive) pr&sens agnoscite Numen : 
 Nympha pudica Deum vidit, & erubuit. 
 
 MATTH. 8. 13. 
 Absenti Centurionis filio Dominus absens medetur. 
 
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 Uam tacitis inopina salus illabitur alls! 
 ii, quas illl vox tua, Christe, dedit. 
 
 6}uam tongas vox ista manus habet! h<sc medicina 
 Absens, & praesens hesc medicina fuit. 
 
 MARC. 4. 40. 
 Quid timidi estis? 
 
 TAnqua illi insanus faceret sua fulmina ventus! 
 T"anquam illi scopulos norit habere fretum ! 
 
 Vos vestri scopuli y vos estis ventus & undo: 
 Naufragium cum illo qui metuit, meruit. 
 
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 Luc. 2. 
 Nunc dimittis. 
 
 ITe met (quid enim ulterius^ quid vultis ?) ocelli : 
 Leniter obduftis ite superciliis. 
 
 Immo 3" adhuc &f adhuc, iterumq; iterumq; videte\ 
 Accipite heec totis lumina luminibus. 
 
 ydmque ite ; & tutis o vos bene claudite vallis : 
 Servate heec totis lumina luminibus. 
 
 Primum est y quod potui te (Christe) videre: secundum, 
 Te visOj refta jam potuisse mori. 
 
 MATTH. 13. 24. 
 In segetem sacram. 
 
 ECce suam implorat, demisso vertice^ falcem : 
 Tu segtti falcem da (Pater alme) suam. 
 
 Tu falcem not das? messem tu (Christe) moraris? 
 Hoc ipsum falx est : htsc mora messis trit. 
 
 Luc. 7. 37. 
 Coepit lacrymis rigare pedes ejus, & capillis extergebat. 
 
 UNda sacras sordes lambit plac idissi ma : flavce 
 Lambit iff bane undam lucida flamma comts. 
 
 Ilia per has sordes it purior unda\ simhlque 
 I lie per has lucet purior ignis aquas. 
 
 Luc. 18. 41. 
 Quid vis tibi faciam? 
 
 QUid volo (Christe) rogas ? quippe ah volo, Christe^ videre . 
 H$uippe ah te (dulcis Christe) viatre volo. 
 
 At video ; fideique oculis te nunc quoque figo : 
 Est mihiy qu<e nunquam est non oculata^ fides. 
 
 Sed quamvls videam, tamen ah volo (Christe) vidtre : 
 Sed quoniam video (Christe) "videre volo. 
 
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 MATTH. 15. 21. 
 Christus mulieri Canaaneae difficilior. 
 
 VT pretium facias dono^ donare recusas : 
 Usque rogat supplex, tu tamen usque negas. 
 
 Hoc etiam donare fuit, donare negare. 
 Saepe dedit, quisquis saepe negata dedit. 
 
 Luc. ii. 27. 
 Beatus venter & ubera, &c. 
 
 ET quid si biberet Jesus vel ab ubere vestrol 
 Quid facit ad vestram, qubd bibit ille, sitim ? 
 
 Ubera max sua & Hie (o quam non lalea\) pandet: 
 E nato Mater turn bibet ipsa suo. 
 
 JOANN. 15. I. 
 In Christum Vitem. 
 
 ULmum vitis amat (quippe est y in arbore flama, 
 6)uam fovet in viridi pettore blandus amor:) 
 
 I Ham ex arbor ibus cunttis tu (Vitis) amdsti, 
 Illam, quacunque est^ quee crucis arbor erat. 
 
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 JOANN. 16. 20. 
 Vos flebitis & lamentabimini. 
 
 Rgo mihi salvete mei, mea gaudia^ luflus: 
 
 charum (o Deus) est hoc mihi flere meum ! 
 
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 Flerem^ nl flerem: Solus tu (dulcis lefu) 
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 JOANN. IO. 
 
 In gregem Christi Pastoris. 
 
 OGrex, o nimium tanto Pastore beatus \ 
 O ubi sunt tanto pascua digna grege\ 
 
 Ne non digna forent tanto grege pascua, Christus 
 Ipse suo est Pastor, pascuum & ipse gregi. 
 
 In vulnera pendentis Domini. 
 
 SIve oculos, sive ora vocem tua vulnera ; certe 
 Undique sunt ora (heul) undique sunt oculi. 
 
 Ecce ora ! o nimium roseis florentia labris ! 
 Ecce oculi! s<evis ah madidi /aery mis ! 
 
 Magdala, quts lacrymas solita es y qute basia sacro 
 Ferre pedi, sacro de pede sume vices. 
 
 Ora pedi sua sunt, tua qub tibi basia reddat: 
 reddat lacrymas scilicet est oculus. 
 
 MARC. 2. 
 Paralyticus convalescens. 
 
 Hristum, qubd misero facilis peccata remittit, 
 Scribts blasphemum dicere non dubitant. 
 
 Hoc see/us ut primum Paralyticus audiit\ ird 
 Impatient^ ledtum sustulit atque abiit. 
 
 JOANN. 8. 59. 
 Tune sustulerunt lapides. 
 
 Axa ? illi ? quid tarn fcedi voluere furores ? 
 sibi de saxis hi voluere suis? 
 
 Indolem^ & antiqui agnosco vestigia patris'. 
 Panem de saxis hi voluere suis.*. 
 
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 In resurredtionem Domini. 
 
 NAsceris, en! technique tuus (Rex auree) mundus y 
 Tecum *virgineo nascitur I tumulo. 
 
 Tecum in natales properat natura secundos^ 
 Atque novam vitam te novus orbis habet. 
 
 Ex vita (Sol a/me) tua vitam omnia sumunt: 
 Nil certe^ nisi mors^ cogitur inde mori. 
 
 At certe neque mors: nempe ut queat ilia sepukhro 
 (Christe} tuo condi^ mors volet ipsa mori. 
 
 * Joann. 19. 41. / o> ov8eTra> ov8fls fTf&r]. 
 
 MATTH. 28. 17. 
 Aliqui vero dubitabant. 
 
 SCilicet & tellus * dubitat tremebunda : sed ipsum hoc, 
 G^ubd tellus dubitat) vos dubitare vetat. 
 
 Ipsi custodes vobis, si qu&ritis, illud 
 
 Hoc ipso dicunt y *dicere quod nequeunt. 
 
 * Vers. 4. (Tfttr/io? tyevfTo p-tyas. 
 
 * Vers. 4. fcrfio'6T)<rav ol rrjpovvTfs KOI e'ytvovro oxrel 
 
 JOANN. 20. 20. 
 
 In vulnerum vestigia quae ostendit Dominus, 
 ad firmandam suorum fidem. 
 
 H/5 oculis (nee adhuc clausis co'iere fenestrii) 
 Invigilans nobis est tuus usus amor. 
 
 His oculis nos cernit amor tuus: his & amor em 
 (Christe) tuum gaudet cernere nostra fides. 
 
 Luc. 17. 19. 
 Mittit Joannes qui quaerant a Christo, an is sit. 
 
 TU qui adeb impatiens properasti agnoscere Christum, 
 Tune cum claustra uteri te tenuere tut, 
 
 Tu, quis sit Christus, rogitas*. ^ qu&ris ab ipso? 
 Hoc tibi vel mutus dicere quisque potest. 
 
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 JOANN. l8. IO. 
 
 In Petrum auricldam. 
 
 Uantumcunque ferox tuus hie (Petre) fulminat tnsis, 
 Tu tibi jam pugnas (6 bone) non Domino. 
 
 Scilicet in miseram furis implacidissimus aurem, 
 Perfidies testis ne queat esse tuee. 
 
 MARC. 3. 
 Manus arefa&a sanatur. 
 
 Elix! ergb tuts speflas natalia dextra, 
 6utf modb specJanti flebile funus erat. 
 
 6u*e nee in externos modb dextera profuit usus, 
 Certe erit ilia tux jam manus ^ fidei. 
 
 MATTH. 27. 24. 
 In Pentium mate lautum. 
 
 ILla manus lavat unda tuas t vanissime Judex: 
 Ah tamen ilia see/us non lavat unda tuum. 
 
 Nulla scelus lavet unda tuum: vel si lavet u//a, 
 volet ex oculis ilia venire tuts. 
 
 MATTH. 17. 27. 
 In piscem dotatum. 
 
 U piscem si, Christe, velis, venit ecce, suumque 
 Pert pretium : tanti tst vel periisse tibi. 
 
 Christe, foro tibi non opus est; addicere nummos 
 Non opus est : ipsum se tibi piscis emet. 
 
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 JOANN. l6. 33. 
 
 Ego vici mundum. 
 
 TU contra mundum dux es meus, optime Jesu ? 
 At tu (me miserum!) dux meus ipse jaces. 
 
 Si tu, dux meus, ipse jaces, spes ulla salutis ? 
 Immo, ni jaceas tu, mihi nulla sa/us. 
 
 In ascensionem Dominicam. 
 
 VAdit (Jo!) per aperta sui penetralia coeli: 
 It coelo, & coelum fundit ab ore novum. 
 
 Spargitur ante pedes, & toto sidere pronus 
 Jam propiiis Soils Sol bibit ora sui. 
 
 At fratr\ debere negans sua lumina Phoebe, 
 Aurea de Phaebo jam meliore redit. 
 
 Has, de te vito, tu das (Pater) ipse triumphos : 
 Unde triumphares, quis satis alter erat? 
 
 In descensum Spiritfts san6ti. 
 
 JAm coeli circum tonuit fragor : arma, mindsqut 
 Turbida cum flammis mista ferebat hyems. 
 
 Exclamat Judteus atrox; Venit ecce nefandis, 
 Ecce venit meriti fulminis ira memor. 
 
 Verum ubi composite sedit fax blandior astro, 
 Flammaque non Itesas lambit arnica comas; 
 
 yudtsis, fulmen quia fa/sum apparuit esse, 
 Hoc ipso verum nomine fulmen erat. 
 
 JOANN. 3. 16. 
 Sic dilexit mundum Deus, ut Filium morti traderet. 
 
 AH nimis est, ilium nostrte vel tradere vit<e : 
 Guttula quod faceret, cur facit oceanus ? 
 
 Unde iff luxuriare potest, habet bine mea vita : 
 Ample y magnifice mars habet unde mori. 
 
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 Luc. 14. 19. 
 Juga bourn emi. 
 
 AD ccenam voco te (domini quod jussa volebant) 
 Tu mihi) nescio quos y diets (inepte) boves. 
 
 Imb vale, nobis nee dlgne nee utilis hospes! 
 Ccena tuos (credo) malit habere boves. 
 
 ACT. 14. 
 
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 D. Paulum, verbo sanantem claudum, pro 
 Mercuric Lystres adorant. 
 
 Uis Tagus hie, quee Pattoli nova volvitur undo? 
 Non hominis vox est heec: Deus ille, Deus. 
 
 Salve, mortales nimium dignate penatesl 
 Digna Deo soboles, digna tonante Deo! 
 
 O salve ! quid enim (alme) tuos latuisse volebas ? 
 Te dicit certe vel tua lingua Deum, 
 
 Laudem hanc baud miror : Meruit facundus haberi, 
 Qui claudo promptos suasit habere pedes. 
 
 In S. Columbam ad Christi caput sedentem. 
 
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 Ui sacra syderea volucris suspenditur aid] 
 Hunc nive plus niveum cui dabit ilia pedem ? 
 
 Christe, tuo capiti totis se destinat auris, 
 Qua ludit denses blandior umbra comts. 
 
 lllic arcano quid non tibi murmure narrat ? 
 (Murmure mortales non imitante sonos) 
 
 Sola avis hzec nido hoc non est indigna cubare: 
 Solus nidus hie est hoc bene dignus ave. 
 
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 ACT. 12. 
 In fores Divo Petro sponte apertas. 
 
 QUid juvit clausisse fores (bone janitor) istas ? 
 Et Petro claves jam liquet esse mas. 
 
 Dices, Sponte patent: Petri ergo hoc scilicet ipsum 
 Est clavis, Petro clave quod baud opus est. 
 
 Luc. 15. 2. 
 
 Murmurabant Pharisaei, dicentes, Recipit 
 peccatores & comedit cum illis. 
 
 AH male, quisquis is est, pereat\ qui scilicet istis 
 Convivam (s<svus\} nan sinit esse suum. 
 
 Istis cum Christus conviva adjungitur, istis 
 non conviva est Christus, at ipse cibus. 
 
 MATTH. 15. 
 In trabem Pharisaicam. 
 
 CEdant, qu<z, rerum si quid tenue atq; minutum est, 
 Posse acie certd figere, vitra dabunt. 
 
 Artis opus mira\ Pharisato en optica trabs est, 
 Ipsum (vera loquor) qud videt ille nihil. 
 
 JOANN. 9. 22. 
 
 Constituerunt ut si quis confiteretur eum esse 
 Christum, synagoga moveretur. 
 
 INfe/ix, Christum reus es quicunque colendi! 
 reus infelix! quam tua culpa gravisl 
 
 Tu summis igitur, summis damnabere cce/is: 
 O reus infelix! quam tua pcena gravis ! 
 
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 MATTH. 20. 20. 
 De voto filiorum Zebedaei. 
 
 Sit tibi (Joannes) t'tbi sit ( Jacobe) quod optas : 
 Sit tibi dextra manus \ sit tibi laeva manus. 
 
 Spero, alia in coelo est t ff non incommoda^ sedes : 
 Si neque laeva manus ; si neque dextra manus. 
 
 Cecil hanc out illam nolo mihi qu<srere partem: 
 O, coelum, coelum da (Pater a/me) mihi. 
 
 JOANN. 6. 
 Ad hospites coenas miraculosae quinque panum. 
 
 VEscere pane tuo: sed & (hospes) vescere Christo: 
 Est panis pam scilicet ille tuo. 
 
 Tune pane hoc CHRIST! retle satur (hospes) abibis, 
 Panem ipsum CHRISTUM si magls esurias. 
 
 T 
 
 JOANN. 16. 33. 
 De Christi contra mundum pugna. 
 
 Une, miser ? tu (Afundus ait) mea fulmina contra 
 Ferre manus, armis cum tibi nuda manus? 
 
 I l'ilor\ manibusque audacibus injice vine' la: 
 Injecit lifior vincu/a, & arma dedit. 
 
 ACT. 9. 29. 
 Gracci disputatores Divo Paulo mortem machinantur. 
 
 Uge argumentum ! sic disputat : euge sopbista ! 
 Sic pugnum Logices stringere, sic decuit. 
 
 E 
 
 Hoc argumentum in causam quid (Graecule) dicit? 
 Dicit, te in causam dicere posse* nihil. 
 
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 LUC. 22. 26. 
 
 Qui maximus est inter vos, esto sicut qui minimus. 
 
 o 
 
 Bone, discipulus Christi vis maximus esse 
 At verb fies h&c rations minor. 
 
 Hoc sancJee ambitionis iter (mihi crede) tenendum est y 
 ratio; Tu, ne sis minor , esse velis. 
 
 V 
 
 Luc. 19. 41. 
 In lacrymantem Dominum. 
 
 Obis (Judtfi) vobis htec volvitur unda\ 
 uee vobis^ quoniam spernitis^ ignis erit. 
 
 Eia faces (Romane) faces ! seges ilia furoris y 
 Non nisi ah his undis, ignea messis erit. 
 
 H 
 
 MATTH. 2. 
 Christus in /Egypto. 
 
 Unc tu {Nile) tuts majori flumine monstra: 
 Hunc (nimis ignotum) die caput esse tibi. 
 
 am tibi (Nile) tumes: jam te quoque multus inunda: 
 Ipse tu<e jam sis laetitiae fluvius. 
 
 MATTH. 9. 
 In caecos Christum confitentes, Pharisaeos abnegantes. 
 
 N 
 
 E mihi, tu (Pharisee ferox) tua lumina jaftes: 
 En c&cus ! Christum c<ecus at ille videt. 
 
 Tu (Pharisee) nequis in Christo cernere Christum : 
 Ille videt c<scus, ceecus es ipse videns. 
 
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 MATTH. 16. 24. 
 Si quis pone me veniet, tollat crucem & sequatur me. 
 
 ERgo sequor, sequor en \ quippe & mihi crux mea, 
 Christ e, est: 
 Parva quidem ; sed quam non satis, ecce, rego. 
 
 Non rego ? non parvam bane ? idea neq\ parva putanda est. 
 Crux magna est, parvam non bene ferre crucem. 
 
 Q 
 
 Luc. 5. 28. 
 
 Reli6tis omnibus sequutus est eum. 
 
 Uas Mattbeeus opes, ad Christi jussa, reliquit, 
 Turn primum vere caepit habere suas. 
 
 Iste ma/arum est usus opum bonus, unicus iste; 
 Esse malas homini, quas bene perdat, opes. 
 
 MATTH. 25. 29. 
 ^Edificatis sepulchra Prophetarum. 
 
 SAnttorum in tumulis quid vult labor ille colendis? 
 Sanftorum mortem non sinit ille mart. 
 
 Vane, Prophetarum quot ponis saxa sepulchrls, 
 Tot testes lapidum, queis periere, fads. 
 
 MARC. 3. 
 In manum aridam qua Christo mota est miseratio. 
 
 PRende (miser) Christum ; & cum Christo prende salutem : 
 At manca est (dices) dexter a: prende tamen. 
 
 Ipsum hoc, in Christum, manus est: hoc prendere Christum est, 
 Qua Christum prendas, non habuisse manum. 
 
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 Ad D. Lucam medicum. 
 
 Ulla mihi (Luca) de te medicamina posco^ 
 Ipse licet medicus sis, licet ager ego: 
 
 Quippe ego in exemplum fidei dum te mihi pono, 
 Tw, mtdice, ip$e mihi es tu medicina mea. 
 
 N 
 
 Luc. 14. 4. 
 Hydropicus sanatus, Christum jam sitiens. 
 
 PEllitur inde sitis; sed ff him sitis altera surgit : 
 Hinc sitit ille magls, quo sitit inde minus. 
 
 Falix a, iff mortem poterit qui temnere morbus! 
 Cui vitae ex ipso fonte sititur aqua] 
 
 In ccetum coelestem omnium San6lorum. 
 
 FElices ansrtuel quas ccelo debita virtus 
 yam potuit vestris inseruisse polis. 
 
 Hoc dedit egregii non parcus sanguinis usus, 
 Spisque per obstantes expatiata vias. 
 
 O ver! o longtc semper seges aurea lucis! 
 Nocle nee alterna dimidiata dies! 
 
 O que palma manu ridet ! qua fronte corona ! 
 O nix virginees non temeranda toges ! 
 
 Pads inoccidute vos illic or a videtis: 
 
 Vos Agni dulcis lumina: vos Quid ago? 
 
 MATTH. 8. 13. 
 Christus absenti medetur. 
 
 VOx jam missa suas potuit jam tangere metas ? 
 superi ! non hoc ire sed tsse fuit. 
 
 Miraclum fuit ipsa salus (bene credere possis) 
 Ipsum, mirac'lum est, quando salutis iter. 
 
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 JOANN. 9. 
 
 Caecus natus. 
 
 FE/ixy qui potuit tanta post nubila noftis 
 (O dignum tantd nofte!) videre diem: 
 
 Felix ille oculus, felix utrinque putandus; 
 
 Qubd videt) & primum quod videt ille Deum. 
 
 MATTH. 9. 
 Et ridebant ilium. 
 
 LUftibus in tantis, Christum rider e vacabat? 
 Panior iste fuit risus, an iste dolor ? 
 
 Luftibus in tantis hie vester risus^ inepti, 
 (Credite mi) meruit maximus esse dolor. 
 
 N 
 
 MATTH. u. 25. 
 In sapientiam seculi. 
 
 Oli altum sapere (hoc veteres voluere magistri) 
 Ne retrahat lassos alta ruina gradus. 
 
 Immo mihi dico. Noli sapuisse prof\indum: 
 Non ego ad infernum me sapuisse velim. 
 
 I 
 
 In stabulum ubi natus est Dominus. 
 
 Lla domus stabulum? non est (Puer auree) non est: 
 Ilia domuS) qua tu nasceris y est stabulum? 
 
 Ilia domus toto domus est pulcherrima mundo, 
 fix ccelo did vult minor ilia tuo. 
 
 Cernis ut ilia suo passim domus ardeat auro? 
 Cernis ut effusis rideat ilia rosis? 
 
 Sivf aurum non est, nee qute rosa rideat illic\ 
 Ex oculis facile est esse probate tuis. 
 
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 ACT. 8. 
 S. Stephanus amicis suis, funus sibi curantibus. 
 
 N 
 
 Ulla (precor) busto surgant mihi marmora: bustum 
 Hac mihi sint mortis conscia saxa mete. 
 
 Sic nee opus fuerit, notet ut quis carmine bustum, 
 Pro Domino (dicens) occidit ille suo. 
 
 Hie mihi sit tumulus, quern mors dedit ipsa; melque 
 Ipse hie martyrii sit mihi martyrium. 
 
 In D. Joannem, quem Domitianus fervent! oleo 
 (illaesum) indidit. 
 
 I 
 
 Llum (qui, toto currens vaga flammula mundo, 
 Non quidem loannes, ipse sed audit amor) 
 
 Ilium ignem extingui, bone Domitiane, laboras ? 
 Hoc non est oleum, Domitiane, dare. 
 
 In tenellos Martyres. 
 
 H qui tarn propero cecidit sic funere^ 
 Hoc habuit ionium, possit ut ille mori. 
 
 At cuj'us Deus est sic usus funere, mortis 
 Hoc tantum^ ut possit vivere semper, habet. 
 
 A 
 
 MATTH. 4. 24. 
 
 Attulerunt ei omnes male affe&os, daemon iacos, 
 lunaticos & sanavit eos. 
 
 c 
 
 Ollige te tibi (torve Draco) furidsque facesque, 
 Qudsque vacant pestes nox Erebusque suas: 
 
 Fac colubros jam tota suos tua vibret Erinnys; 
 Collige, collige te fortiter, ut pereas. 
 
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 Luc. 2. 
 Tuam ipsius animam pertransibit gladius. 
 
 S~^\ Uando habeat gladium tua y Christe, tragcedia nullum, 
 \J Quit fuerit gladius, Virgo beata, tuus ? 
 
 Ndmq; nee ulla alias tibi sunt data vulnera y Pirgo y 
 Gjuam qua fl vulneribus sunt data, Christe, tuis. 
 
 Forsan quando senex jam caligantior esset, 
 Quod Simeon gladium credidit, hasta fuit. 
 
 Immo neque hasta fuit, neque clavus, sed neq; spina : 
 Hei mihi, spina tamen, clavus, & hasta fuit. 
 
 Nam queiscunq; malis tua, Christe, tragcedia credit, 
 Omnia sunt gladius, Virgo beata^ tuus. 
 
 In sanguinem circumcisionis Dominicae. 
 Ad convivas, quos haec dies apud nos solennes habet. 
 
 HEus conviva! bibin? Maria heec, Mariae^ puellus, 
 Mittunt de preelo musta bibenda suo. 
 
 Una quidem est (toti qua par tamen unica mundo) 
 Unica gutta, suo qua tremit orbiculo. 
 
 O bibite bine; quale aut quantum vos cunque bibistis, 
 (Credite mi) nil tarn suave bibistis adhuc, 
 
 O bibite & bibite ; fef restat tamen usque bibendum: 
 Restat^ quod poterit nulla domare sitis. 
 
 Scilicet hie, mensura sitis, mensura bibendi est: 
 Hac quantum cupias vina bibisse, bibis. 
 
 F 
 
 Luc. 2. 
 Puer Jesus inter Do&ores. 
 
 , ad mentum qui pendit quemq; profundum y 
 Ceu possint laves nil sapuisse gena. 
 
 Scilicet e barba male mensuratur Apollo; 
 
 Et bene cum capitis stat nive, mentis hyems. 
 
 Discat, & a tenero disci quoque posse magistro: 
 Canitiem capitis nee putet esy caput. 
 
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 JOANN. 2. 
 
 Ad Christum, de aqua in vinum versa. 
 
 SIgna tuts tuus hostis habet contraria signis: 
 In vinum tristes tu mihi vertis aquas. 
 
 llle autem I vino lacrymas &f jurgla ducens, 
 
 Vina iterum in tristes (hei mihi!) mutat aquas. 
 
 Luc. 2. 
 
 Christus infans Patri sistitur in templo. 
 
 A Gnus eat, luddt^ (licet) sub patre petulco', 
 Ciimque sua longum conjuge turtur agat. 
 
 Conciliatorem nihil hie opus ire per agnum: 
 Nee tener ut volucris non sua fata ferat. 
 
 HacJenus exigua besc, quasi munera, /usimus; h&c qua 
 Multum excusanti sunt capienda manu. 
 
 Hoc Donum est; de quo, toto tibi dicimus ore, 
 Sume Pater: mentis hoc tibi sume suis. 
 
 Donum hoc est, hoc est; quod scilicet audeat ipso 
 Esse Deo dignum : scilicet ipse Deus. 
 
 MATTH. 8. 
 Leprosus Dominum implorans. 
 
 Redo quod ista potes, velles modo: sed quia credo, 
 Christe, quod ista potes, credo qubd ista voles. 
 
 Tu modo, tu faciles mihi, Sol meus, exere vultus ; 
 Non poterit radios nix mea ferre tuos. 
 
 c 
 
 Q 
 
 MATTH. 8. 
 Christus in tempestate. 
 
 Uod fervet tanto circum te, Christe, tumultu, 
 Non hoc ira maris, Christe, sed ambitio est. 
 
 ticec ilia ambitio est, hoc tanto te rogat ore, 
 Possit ut ad monitus, Christe, tacert tuos. 
 
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 ACT. 16. 21. 
 
 Annunciant ritus, quos non licet nobis suscipere, 
 cum simus Romani. 
 
 HOc Casar tlbi (Roma) tuus dedit, armdq; ? solis 
 Romanis igitur non licet esse pits ? 
 
 Ah, melius, tragicis nullus tibi Ctesar in armis 
 Altus anhelanti detonuisset equo; 
 
 Nee domini volucris fades horrenda per orbem 
 Sueta tibi in signis torva venire tuis: 
 
 6uam miser ut staret de te tibi (Roma) triumphus, 
 Ut tantd fieres ambitione nihil. 
 
 Non tibi, sed sceleri vincis: prob laurea tristis! 
 Laurea, Cerbereh aptior umbra comis! 
 
 Tarn turpi vix ipse pater diademate Pluto, 
 Vix sedet ipse suo tarn niger in solio. 
 
 De tot Ctfsareis redit hoc tibi (Roma) triumphis: 
 Caesaree, out (quod idem est) egregie misera es. 
 
 MATTH. 4. 
 Hie lapis fiat panis. 
 
 ET fuit: tile lapis (quidni sit dicere?) panis, 
 Christe, fuit : panis sed tuus ille fuit. 
 
 Quippe, Patris cum sic tulerit suprema voluntas, 
 Est panis, panem non habuisse, tuus. 
 
 MATTH. 15. 
 Mulier Canaanitis. 
 
 Uicquid Amazoniis dedit olim fama puellis, 
 Credite: Amazoniam cernimus ecce fidem. 
 
 Q 
 
 Fcemina, tarn forth fide'i ? jam credo fidem esse 
 Plus quam grammatice foeminei generis. 
 
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 Luc. ii. 
 
 Deus, post expulsum Daemonem mutum, maledicis 
 Judaeis os obturat. 
 
 UNd pent opera duplicem tibi D#mona frangis: 
 hte quidem Daemon mutus; at ille loquax. 
 
 Scilicet in laudes (jjiue non tibi laurea surgit?) 
 Non magh Me loquitur, quam facet ille tuas. 
 
 JOANN. 6. 
 
 Dicebant, Vere hie est propheta. 
 
 Ost tot quce videant, tot qua miracula tangant, 
 Heec b 5 quce gustent (Christe) dabas populo. 
 
 yam Vates, Rex, 3" quicquid pia nomina possunt, 
 Christus erat: vellem dicer e, venter erat. 
 
 Namque his y quicquid erat Christus, de venire repleto 
 Omne illud vero nomine venter erat. 
 
 
 JOANN. 10. 22. 
 Christus ambulabat in porticu Solomon is, & hyems erat. 
 
 Ruma fuit? non^ non: ah non fuit, ore sub isto: 
 Si fuit ; haud anni, nee sua bruma juit. 
 
 B 
 
 Bruma tibi vernis velit ire decentior boris, 
 Per sibi non natas expatiata rasas. 
 
 At, tibi ne possit se tarn bene bruma negare t 
 
 Sola hcec, quam vibrat gens tua, *grando vetat. 
 
 * Vers. 31. sustulerunt lapides. 
 
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 MATTH. 28. 
 Dederunt nummos militibus. 
 
 E miles velit ista loqui, tu munera donas? 
 Donas, quod possit, cum facet ipse, loqui. 
 
 Qua facts a quoquam, pretio suadente, taceri ; 
 Clarius, ff did turpius ista fads. 
 
 Beatae Virgini. 
 De salutatione Angelica". 
 
 X At/je suum neque Ctssareus jam nuntiet ales', 
 Xaipe tuum penna candidiore venit. 
 
 Sed taceat, qui Xat/oe tuum quoque nuntiat, ales; 
 Xatpe meum penna candidiore venit. 
 
 Quit dicat mihi Xatpe meum mage candidus autor, 
 Quam tibi qu<s dicat candidus ille tuum ? 
 
 Virgo, rogas, quid candidius quam candidus ille 
 Esse potest ? Virgo, qua rogat, esse potest. 
 
 Xatpe tuum (Virgo) donet tibi candidus ille\ 
 Donas candidior tu mihi Xatpe meum. 
 
 Xat/oe meum de Xatpe tuo quid differat, audi: 
 Ille tuum dicit, tu paris (ecce) meum. 
 
 N 
 
 Pontio lavanti. 
 
 On satis est cades, nisi stuprum hoc insuper addas, 
 Et tarn virgineee sis violator aquce\ 
 
 Nympha quidem pura h&c & honesti filia fontis 
 Luget, adulterio jam temerata tuo. 
 
 Casta verecundo properat cum murmure gutta, 
 Nee satis in lacrymam se putat esse suam. 
 
 Desine tarn nitidos stuprare (ah, desine} rores : 
 Aut die, qute miseras unda lavabit aquas. 
 
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 In die Passionis Dominicae. 
 
 r I ^Amne ego sim tetricus ? valeant jejunia : vinum 
 Est mihi dulce meo (nee pudet esse) cado. 
 
 Est mihi quod castis, neque prelum passa, racemis 
 Pa/mite virgineo protulit uva parent. 
 
 Hoc mihi (ter denis sat enim maturuit annis) 
 Tandem ecce e dolio prohibit hast a suo. 
 
 ydmque it\ &" o quanta calet affus aromate torrens! 
 Acer ut hinc aura divite currit odor I 
 
 Qute rosa per cyathos volitat tarn viva Falernos ? 
 Massica quce tanto sydere vina tremunt? 
 
 ego nescibam; atque ecce est Vinum illud amoris: 
 Unde ego sim tantis, unde ego par cyathis ? 
 
 yincor: & $ istis totus prope misceor auris: 
 Non ego sum tantis, non ego par cyathis. 
 
 Std quid ego inviRi metuo bona robora vini ? 
 Ecce est) qu# validum diluit, *unda, merum. 
 * Job. 19. & continue exivit sanguis & aqua. 
 
 In die Resurre&ionis Dominicae. 
 Venit ad sepulchrum Magdalena ferens aromata. 
 
 QUin & tu quoque busta tui Phaenicis adora\ 
 Tu quoque fer tristes (men; med) delitias. 
 
 Si nee aromata sunt, nee quod tibi fragrat amomum ; 
 (Qualis Magdalina est messis odora manu) 
 
 Est quod aromatibus prtestat^ quod pr<sstat amomo: 
 H<sc tibi mollicula, heec gemmea lacrymula. 
 
 Et lacryma est aliquid : neque frustra ftfagdala flevit: 
 Sentiit h<ec, lacrymas non nihil esse suas. 
 
 His ilia (ff tune cum Domini caput iret amomo) 
 Invidiam capitis fecerat esse pedes. 
 
 Nunc quoa cum sinus huic tanto sub aromate sudet. 
 Plus capit ex oculis^ quo litet y ilia suis. 
 
 Christ e, decent lacrymce: decet is to rore rigari 
 Vitae hoc aeternum mane, tuiimque diem. 
 
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 Luc. 24. 
 In cicatrices Domini adhuc superstites. 
 
 Rma vides ; arcus^ pharetrdrnq-^ leves^ sagittas, 
 Et quocunque fuit nomine miles Amor. 
 
 His fuit usus Amor: sed ff beec fult ipse; suiimque 
 Et jaculum, ff jaculis ipse pharetra suis. 
 
 Nunc splendent tantum, & deterso pulvere belli 
 E memori pendent nomina magna tholo. 
 
 Tempus erit tamen, hesc irce quando arma, pharetrdm^ 
 Et sobolem pharetra spicula tradet Amor. 
 
 Heu \ quci tune animd^ quo stabit conscia vultu, 
 see/us agnoscet dextera qutsy^ suum ? 
 
 A 
 
 Improbe^ qu<s dederis, cernes ibi vulnera^ miles^ 
 6ud tibi cunque tuus luserit arte furor. 
 
 Seu digito suadente tuo mala Laurus inibat 
 Temporibus; sacrum seu bibit hasta latus: 
 
 Sive tuo clavi s<svum rubufre sub ilu'> 
 Seu puduit jussis ire flagella tuis. 
 
 Improbe^ quee dederis^ cernes ibi vulnera, miles: 
 dederis vu/nus, cernere, vulnus erit. 
 
 Plaga sui vindex c\av6sque rependet iff hastam : 
 Qubque rependet) erit clavus 3" hasta sibi. 
 
 Quit tarn terribiles, tarn justas moverit irasl 
 Vulnera pugnabunt (Christe) vel ipsa tibi.
 
 B 
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 
 JOANN. 14. 
 
 Pacem meam do vobis. 
 
 Ella vacant: arma (p socii) nostra arma par emus 
 Atque enses : nostros scilicet (ah /) jugulos. 
 
 Cur ego bella paro^ cum Christus det mihi pacem? 
 Quod Christus pacem dot mihi y bella paro. 
 
 I lie dedit (nam quis potuit dare certior autor?) 
 I lie dedit pacem : sed dedit ille suam. 
 
 ACT. 9. 
 In D. Paulum illuminatum simul & excaecatum. 
 
 Q 
 
 , Christe, ambigua hcec bifidi tibi gloria teli 
 simul huic oculos abstulit^ atq\ dedit? 
 
 Sanfla dies animi^ hoc oculorum in nofte, latebat; 
 Te ut possit Paulus cernerc, caecus erat. 
 
 JOANN. 15. 
 Ego sum via. Ad Judaeos spretores Christi. 
 
 o 
 
 Sed nee calcanda tamen : pes improbe pergis ? 
 Improbe pes^ ergo hoc cceli erat ire viam ? 
 
 Ah pereat (jfudtee ferox) pes improbus i/le y 
 G$ui coeli tritam sic facit esse viam. 
 
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 MATTH. 2. 
 In no&urnum & hyemale iter infantis Domini. 
 
 Rgo viatores teneros, cum Prole Parentem, 
 Nox habet hos, queis est digna nee ulla dies*. 
 
 Nam quid ad htec Pueri vel labra, gendsve Parentis ? 
 Heu quid ad heec facient oscula, nox & hyems} 
 
 Lilia ad hcec facerent, faceret rosa ; quicquid & halat 
 Mterna Zephyrus qui tepet in viola. 
 
 Hi meru$re, quibus vel nox sit nulla ; vel ulla 
 Si sit, eat nostrd purius ilia die. 
 
 Ecce sed hos quoque nox & hyems clausere tenellos : 
 Et quis scit, quid nox, quid meditetur hyems ^ 
 
 Ah ne quid meditetur hyems scevire per Austros ! 
 Qu<(h solet nigros nox mala ferre metus ! 
 
 Ah ne noftis eat currus non mollibus Euris! 
 Aspera ne tetricos nuntiet aura Notos! 
 
 Heu quot habent tenebra, quot vera pericula secum! 
 Quot noftem dominant, quantaq-, monstra colunt! 
 
 Quot vaga qua fa/sis veniunt ludibria formis ! 
 Trux oculus! Stygio concolor a/a Deo! 
 
 Seu veris ea, sive vagis stant monstra Jiguris ; 
 Virginei satis est hinc, satis inde metus. 
 
 Ergo veni; totoque veni resonantior arcu, 
 
 (Cynthia) pr<sgnantem clange procul pharetram. 
 
 Afonstra vel ista, vel ilia, tuis sint meta sagittis : 
 Nee fratris jaculum certior aura vehat. 
 
 Ergo veni ; totoque veni flagranttor ore, 
 Digndque dpollineas sustinuisse vices. 
 
 Scis bene quid deceat Phcebi lucere sororem : 
 Ex his, si nescis, (Cynthia) disce genis. 
 
 tua, in his, quanta lampas formosior iretl 
 Nex suam, ab his, quantb ma/it habere diem ! 
 
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 Quantum ageret tacitos heec luna modestior ignis! 
 Atque verecundis sobria staret equis! 
 
 Luna, tu& non est rosa tarn pudibunda diti : 
 Nee tarn virgineo fax tua flore tremit. 
 
 Ergb veni; sed & astro, tuas age {Cynthia} turmas: 
 Ilia oculos pueri, quos imitentur, habent. 
 
 Hinc oculo, hinc astro : at parili face nitfat utrumqut ; 
 dEtheris os, atque os (Sthereum Pueri. 
 
 A spice, quam bene res utriusque deceret utrumqut I 
 Quam bene in alternas mutua regna manus! 
 
 llle oculus cceli hoc si staret in cetkere frontis ; 
 Sive astrum hoc Pueri, fronte sub atherea. 
 
 Si Pueri hoc astrum (Stherea sub fronte micaret^ 
 Credat ff hunc oculum non minus esse suum. 
 
 llle oculus cazli) hoc si staret in <ethere frontis^ 
 Non minus in coelis se putet esse suis. 
 
 Tarn pulchras variare vices cum fronte Puelli, 
 Cumque Puelli oculis^ tether y astro queant. 
 
 Astra quidem vellent; vellent teterna pacisci 
 Fcedera mutates sedis inire vicem. 
 
 /Ether & ipse {licet numero tarn dispare) vellet 
 Mutatis oculis tarn bona patta dart. 
 
 jjuippe iret coelum quanta melioribus astris^ 
 Astra sua bos oculos si modb habere queat \ 
 
 Quippe astro in ccelo quantum meliore micarent^ 
 Si frontem hanc possint coelum habuisse suum. 
 
 Mther & astro velint : frustra velit tether, & astro : 
 Ecce negat Pueri frons, ocullque negant. 
 
 Ah neget ilia, negent illi : nam quern eethera mallent 
 Isti oculi ? out frons htec qu*e magls astro velit ? 
 
 Quid si aliquod blandcl face lene renideat astrum ? 
 Lattea si cceli terque quaterque via estl 
 
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 Blandior hie oculus, roseo hoc qui ridet in ore\ 
 Laftea from h&c est torque quaterque magh. 
 
 Ergo negent, ccelumque suum sua sydera seruent : 
 Sydera de coelis non bene danda suis. 
 
 Ergb negant : seque ecce. sua sub nube recondunt, 
 Sub tenera occidui nube super ci Hi : 
 
 Nee claudi contenta sui munimine cceli, 
 Gjuterunt in gremio Afatris ubi lateant. 
 
 Non nisi sic taftis ubi nix tepet ilia pruinis, 
 Castaque non gelido frigore vernat hyems. 
 
 Scilicet iste dies tarn pulchro vesper e tingi 
 Dignus; & hos soles sic decet occidere. 
 
 Claudat purpureus qui claudit vesper Olympum\ 
 Puniceo placeas tu tibi {Phoebe) toro\ 
 
 Dum tibi lascivam Thetis auget adultera nottem, 
 Pone per Hesperias strata pudenda rosas. 
 
 Illas nempe rosas^ quas conscia purpura pinxit; 
 Culpa pudorque suus queis dedit esse rosas. 
 
 Hos soles, nive<e noEles, castumque cubile, 
 
 purum sternet per mare virgo Thetis ; 
 
 Hos, sanfli fares ; hos, tarn sincera decebant 
 Lilia ; quceh sibi non rubuere 
 
 Hos, decuit sinus hic\ ubi toto sydere proni 
 Ecce lavant sese lafteo in oceano. 
 
 Atque lavent : tandemque suo se mane resohant, 
 Ipsa dies ex hoc ut bibat ore diem.
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 
 JOANN. 1 6. 26. 
 
 Non dico, me rogaturum Patrem pro vobis. 
 
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 H tamen Ipse roga : tib'i scilicet ille roganti 
 Esse nequit durus^ nee solet esse, Pater. 
 
 IHe suos omni facie te figit amores ; 
 Inh tuos toto effunditur ore sinus. 
 
 H^uippe, tuos spe flans oculos^ se speflat in illis\ 
 tuo (yesu) se fovet ipse sinu. 
 
 Ex te metitur sese, & sua numina discit : 
 Inde repercussus redditur ipse sibi. 
 
 Ille tibi se y te tile sibi par neftit utrinque : 
 Tarn tuus es^ ut nee sit magis ille suus. 
 
 Ergo roga : Ipse roga : tibi scilicet ille roganti 
 Esse nequit durus, nee solet esse, Pater. 
 
 Ilium ut ego rogiteml Hoc (eheu) non ore rogandum\ 
 Ore satis puras non faciente preces. 
 
 Ilium ego si rogitem, quis sett quibus ille procellis 
 Surgat, & in miserum hoc qua tonet ira caput ? 
 
 Isto etiam forsan veniet mihi fulmen ab ore : 
 (Stepe isto certe fulmen ab ore venit) 
 
 Ille una irati forsan me cuspide verbi^ 
 Una me nutu figet, & interii : 
 
 Non ego, non rogitem : mihi scilicet ille roganti 
 Durior esse potest, & solet esse^ Pater. 
 
 Immo rogabo : nee ore meo tamen : immo rogabo 
 Ore meo (Jesu) scilicet ore tuo.
 
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 In die Ascensionis Dominicae. 
 
 etiam nostros Te (Christe) tenemus amores\ 
 Heu cceli quantum hinc invidiam patimur ! 
 
 Inv'tdiam patiamur : habent sua sydera cceli ; 
 Qu<<h comunt tremulas crispa tot ora faces; 
 
 Phaebenque & Phaebum^ & tot pitta vellera nubis\ 
 Vellera, qute rose a Sol variavit acu. 
 
 (Quantum erat, ut sinerent kac una nos face ftrri ? 
 Una sit hie : sunt (iff sint) ibi mille faces. 
 
 Nil agimus : nam tit quia non ascendis ad ilium, 
 SEthcr * descendit (Christe') vel ipse tibi. 
 
 * Act. i. Nubes susceptum cum abstulit. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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 TO THE 
 
 TEMPLE, 
 
 Sacred Poems. 
 
 WITH 
 
 The Delights of the Muses, 
 
 By RICHARD CRASHAW, some- 
 times of Pembroke Hall, and 
 
 late fellow of S. Peters Coll. 
 in Cambridge. 
 
 The second Edition wherein are added divers 
 pieces not before extant. 
 
 LONDON, 
 
 Printed for Humphrey Moseley^ and are to be 
 
 sold at his Shop at the Princes Armes 
 
 in St. Pauls Church yard. 
 
 1648.
 
 The Preface to the Reader. 
 
 Learned Reader, 
 
 THe Authors friend will not usurpe much upon thy eye: 
 This is onely for those whom the name of our Divine 
 Poet hath not yet seized into admiration. I dare undertake 
 that what Jamblicus (in vita Pythagoras) affirmeth of his 
 Master^ at his Contemplations, these Poems can, viz. They 
 shall lift thee, Reader, some yards above the ground : and, 
 as in Pythagoras Schoole, every temper was first tuned into 
 a height by sever all proportions of Mustek, and spiritualized 
 for one of his weighty Lectures ; So maist thou take a Poem 
 hence, and tune thy soule by it, into a heavenly pitch ; and 
 thus refined and borne up upon the wings of meditation, In 
 these Poems thou maist talke freely of God, and of that other 
 state. 
 
 Here's Herbert's second, but equah, who hath retried 
 Poetry of late, and return d it up to its Primitive use ; Let 
 it bound back to heaven gates, whence it came. Tbinke yee, 
 St. Augustine would have steyned his graver Learning 
 with a booke of Poetry, had he fancied its dearest end to be 
 the vanity of Love-Sonnets, and Epithalamiums ? No, no, 
 he thought with this our Poet, that every foot in a high-borne 
 verse, might helpe to measure the soule into that better world. 
 Divine Poetry, / dare hold it, in position against Suarez 
 on the subject, to be the Language of the Angels ; // is the 
 Quintessence of Phantasie and discourse center d in Heaven ; 
 'tis the very Out-goings of the soule ; 'tis what alone our 
 Author is able to tell you, and that in his owne verse. 
 
 It were prophane but to mention here in the Preface 
 those under-headed Poets, Retainers to seven shares and a 
 
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 halfe ; Madrigall fellowes, whose onely businesse in verse, 
 is to rime a poore six-penny soule a Suburb sinner into hell', 
 May such arrogant pretenders to Poetry vanish, with their 
 prodigious issue of tumorous heats, and flashes of their adul- 
 terate braines, and for ever after, may this our Poet fill up 
 the better roome of man. Oh \ when the genera// arraignment 
 of Poets shall be, to give an accompt of their higher soules, 
 with what a triumphant brow shall our divine Poet sit 
 above, and looke downe upon poore Homer, Virgil, Horace, 
 Claudian? &c. who had amongst them the ill lucke to 
 talke out a great part of their gallant Genius, upon Bees, 
 Dung,froggs, and Gnats, &c. and not as himself here, upon 
 Scriptures, divine Graces, Martyrs and Angels. 
 
 Reader, we stile his Sacred Poems, Steps to the Temple, 
 and aptly, for in the Temple of God, under his wing, be led 
 his life, in St. Maries Church neere St. Peters Co Hedge: 
 There he lodged under Tertullian's roofe of Angels ; There 
 he made his nest more gladly than David's Swallow neere 
 the house of God, where like a primitive Saint, he offered 
 more prayers in the night, than others usually offer in the 
 day ; There he penned these Poems, Steps for happy soules 
 to climbe heaven by. 
 
 And those other of his pieces, intituled The Delights of 
 the Muses, (though of a more humane mixture} are as sweet 
 as they are innocent. 
 
 The praises that follow are but few of many that might 
 be conferrd on him : he was excellent in five Languages 
 (besides his Mother tongue] vid. Hebrew, Greek, La tine, 
 Italian, Spanish, the two last whereof he had little helpe in, 
 they were of his own acquisition. 
 
 Amongst his other accomplishments in Accademick (as 
 well pious as harmlesse arts} he made his skill in Poetry, 
 Mustek, Drawing, Limming, Graving, (exercises of his 
 curious invention and sudden fancy} to be but his subservient 
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 recreations for vacant houres, not the grand businesse of his 
 soule. 
 
 To the former Qualifications I might adde that which 
 would crowne them all, his rare moderation in diet (almost 
 Lessian temperance} he never created a Muse out of dis- 
 tempers, nor (with our Canary scribblers} cast any strange 
 mists of surfets before the Intelectuall beames of his mind or 
 memory, the latter of which, he was so much a master of, 
 that he had there under locke and key in readinesse, the 
 richest treasures of the best Greek and Latine Poets, some of 
 which Authors hee had more at his command by heart, than 
 others that onely read their works, to retaine little, and 
 understand lesse. 
 
 Enough Reader, I intend not a volume of praises larger 
 than his booke, nor need I longer transport thee to think over 
 his vast perfections, I will conclude all that I have impartially 
 writ of this Learned young Gent, (now dead to us} as he 
 himselfe doth, with the last line of his Poem upon Bishop 
 Andrews Piflure before his Sermons 
 
 Verte paginas. 
 
 Look on his following leaves, and see him breath. 
 
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 The Authors Motto. 
 
 Live Jesus, Live, and let it bee 
 My Life, to dye for love of thee. 
 
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 The Teare. 
 
 i. 
 
 WHat bright soft thing is this 
 Sweet Mary thy faire eyes expence ? 
 
 A moist sparke it is, 
 A watry Diamond ; from whence 
 The very terme I thinke was found, 
 The water of a Diamond. 
 
 2. 
 
 O 'tis not a teare, 
 
 'Tis a star about to drop 
 From thine eye its spheare, 
 
 The Sun will stoope and take it up, 
 Proud will his Sister be to weare 
 This thine eyes Jewell in her eare. 
 
 3- 
 
 O 'tis a teare, 
 Too true a teare; for no sad eyne 
 
 How sad so e're 
 Raine so true a teare as thine; 
 Each drop leaving a place so deare, 
 Weeps for it self, is its owne teare. 
 
 4- 
 
 Such a Pearle as this is 
 
 (Slipt from Aurora's dewy Brest) 
 
 The Rose buds sweet lip kisses; 
 And such the Rose it self when vext 
 With ungentle flames, does shed, 
 Sweating in too warme a bed.
 
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 5- 
 
 Such the Maiden gem 
 By the wanton spring put on, 
 Peeps from her Parent stem, 
 And blushes on the watry Sun : 
 This watry blossome of thy Eyne, 
 Ripe, will make the richer Wine. 
 
 6. 
 
 Faire drop, why quak'st thou so? 
 
 Cause thou streight must lay thy head 
 In the dust? 6 no, 
 
 The dust shall never be thy bed; 
 A pillow for thee will I bring, 
 Stuft with downe of Angels wing. 
 
 7- 
 
 Thus carried up on high, 
 (For to heaven thou must goe) 
 
 Sweetly shalt thou lye, 
 And in soft slumbers bath thy woe, 
 Till the singing Orbes awake thee, 
 And one of their bright Chorus make the. 
 
 There thy selfe shalt bee 
 
 An eye, but not a weeping one, 
 Yet I doubt of thee, 
 
 Whether th' had'st rather there have shone, 
 An eye of heaven; or still shine here, 
 In th' Heaven of Maries eye a teare. 
 
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 Divine Epigrams. 
 
 On the water of our Lords Baptisme. 
 Ach blest drop, on each blest limme, 
 
 Is wash't it self, in washing him: 
 'Tis a gemme while it stayes here, 
 While it falls hence, 'tis a Teare. 
 
 Ads. 8. 
 On the baptized Ethiopian. 
 
 LEt it no longer be a forlorne hope 
 To wash an ^thiope: 
 Hee's washt, his gloomy skin a peacefull shade 
 
 For his white soule is made; 
 And now, I doubt not, the Eternall Dove, 
 
 A black-fac'd house will love. 
 
 On the miracle of multiplyed Loaves. 
 
 SEe here an easie Feast that knowes no wound, 
 That under Hungers Teeth will needs be found, 
 A subtle Harvest of unbounded bread, 
 
 What would ye more? Here food it selfe is fed. 
 
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 Upon the Sepulcher of our Lord. 
 
 Ere where our Lord once laid his head 
 Now the grave lyes buried. 
 
 The Widows Mites. 
 
 TWo Mites, two drops, yet all her house and land 
 Falls from a steady heart though trembling hand : 
 The others wanton wealth foams high and brave; 
 The other cast away, she onely gave. 
 
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 On the Prodigall. 
 
 TEH me bright boy, tell me my golden Lad, 
 Whither away so frolick? why so glad? 
 What all thy wealth in counsaile? all thy state? 
 Are huskes so deare? troth 'tis a mighty rate. 
 
 Acts. 5. 
 The sick implore St. Peters shadow. 
 
 UNder thy shadow may I lurke a while, 
 Death's busie search Pie easily beguile; 
 Thy shadow, Peter, must shew me the Sun 
 My light's thy shadowes shadow, or 'tis done. 
 
 On the still surviving marks of our Saviours wounds. 
 
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 Hat ever storie of their crueltie, 
 Or Naile, or Thorne, or Speare have writ in thee. 
 Are in another sence, 
 
 Still legible, 
 
 Sweet is the difference, 
 Once I did spell 
 Every red Letter 
 
 A wound of thine 
 Now (what is better) 
 Balsome for mine. 
 
 Mark. 7. 
 The dumb healed and the people enjoyned silence. 
 
 CHrist bids the dumb tongue speak, it speakes, the sound 
 He charges to be quiet, it runs round : 
 If in the first he us'd his fingers touch, 
 
 His hands whole strength here could not be too much. 
 
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 Mat. 28. 
 
 Come see the place where the Lord lay. 
 
 SHew me himself, himself (bright Sir) 6 show 
 Which way my poor teares to himself may goc; 
 Were it enough to show the place and say 
 
 Looke Mary here, see where thy Lord once lay, 
 Then could I show these armes of mine, and say 
 Looke Mary here, see where thy Lord once lay. 
 
 T<7 Pontius washing his hands. 
 
 THy hands are wash't, but 6 the water's spilt 
 That labour'd to have washt thy guilt; 
 The flood, if any can, that can suffice, 
 Must have its fountaine in thine eyes. 
 
 To the infant Martyrs. 
 
 GOe smiling soules, your new built Cages breake, 
 In heaven you'l learne to sing, ere here to speake 
 Nor let the milkie fonts that bath your thirst 
 
 Be your delay, 
 
 The place that calls you hence, is at the worst 
 
 Milke all the way. 
 
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 On the miracle of Loaves. 
 
 Ow Lord, or never, they'l beleeve on thee : 
 Thou to their teeth hast prov'd thy Deity. 
 
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 Mark. 4. 
 
 Why are ye afraid^ ye of little faith ? 
 
 S if the storme meant him, 
 Or 'cause heavens face is dim, 
 
 His needs a cloud : 
 Was ever froward wind 
 That could be so unkind? 
 Or wave so proud? 
 
 The wind had need be angry, and the water black, 
 That to the mighty Neptune's self dare threaten wrack. 
 There is no storme but this 
 Of your owne Cowardise 
 
 That braves you out; 
 You are the storme that mocks 
 Your selves; you are the rocks 
 
 Of your owne doubt: 
 
 Besides this feare of danger, ther's no danger here; 
 And he that here feares danger, does deserve his feare. 
 
 On the B. Virgins bashfullnesse. 
 
 THat on her lap she casts her humble eye, 
 'Tis the sweet pride of her humilitie. 
 The faire starre is well fixt, for where, 6 where, 
 Could she have fixt it on a fairer spheare? 
 'Tis heaven, 'tis heaven she sees; Heaven's God there lyes, 
 She can see heaven, and ne're lift up her eyes : 
 This new guest to her eyes, new lawes hath given, 
 'Twas once looke up, 'tis now looke downe to heaven. 
 
 Upon Lazarus his teares. 
 
 Rich Lazarus] richer in those Gems thy Teares, 
 Then Dives in the roabes he weares: 
 He scorns them now, but 6 they'l sute full well 
 With th' Purple he must weare in hell. 
 
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 Two went up into the temple to pray. 
 
 went to pray ? 6 rather say 
 J. One went to brag, th' other to pray: 
 One stands up close, and treads on high, 
 Where th' other dares not send his eye; 
 One neerer to God's Altar trod, 
 The other to the Altars God. 
 
 Upon the asse that bore our Saviour. 
 
 HAth only anger an Omnipotence 
 in Eloquence? 
 Within the lips of love and joy doth dwell 
 
 No miracle ? 
 Why else had Balaams asse a tongue to chide 
 
 His masters pride? 
 And thou (heaven burthen 'd beast) hast ne're a word 
 
 To praise thy Lord? 
 That he should find a tongue and vocall thunder 
 
 Was a great wonder, 
 But 6 me thinkes 'tis a farre greater one 
 
 That thou find'st none. 
 
 Mat. 8. 
 / am not worthy that thou shoultfst come under my roofe. 
 
 THy God was making hast into thy roofe, 
 Thy humble faith, and feare, keepes him aloofe 
 Hee'l be thy guest, because he may not be, 
 Hee'l come into thy house? no, into thee. 
 
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 I am the Doore. 
 
 Nd now th'art set wide ope, the spear's sad art 
 Lo! hath unlockt thee at the very heart: 
 He to himselfe (I feare the worst) 
 
 And his owne hope 
 Hath shut these Doores of heaven, that durst 
 
 Thus set them ope. 
 
 Mat. 10. 
 The blind cured by the word of our Saviour. 
 
 r I ^Hou speak'st the word (Thy word's a Law) 
 
 J_ Thou spak'st and streight the blind man saw : 
 To speake, and make the blind man see, 
 Was never man Lord spake like thee ! 
 To speake thus was to speake (say I) 
 Not to his eare, but to his eye. 
 
 Mat. 27. 
 And be answered them nothing. 
 
 O Mighty Nothing! unto thee, 
 Nothing, we owe all things that bee. 
 God spake once, when he all things made, 
 He sav'd all when he Nothing said. 
 The world was made of Nothing then; 
 'Tis made by Nothing now againe. 
 
 To our Lord) upon the water made Wine. 
 
 r I "*Hou water turn'st to wine (faire friend of life) 
 
 _L Thy foe to crosse the sweet arts of thy reigne 
 Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife, 
 And so turnes wine to water back againe.
 
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 Mat. 22. 
 
 Neither durst any man from that day, aske him any more questions. 
 
 Mld'st all the darke and knotty snares, 
 Black wit or malice can, or dares, 
 
 Thy glorious wisedome breaks the Nets, 
 
 And treds with uncontrouled steps; 
 
 Thy quell'd foes are not onely now 
 
 Thy triumphs, but thy Trophies too: 
 
 They both at once thy Conquests bee, 
 
 And thy Conquests memorie. 
 
 Stony amazement makes them stand 
 
 Wayting on thy victorious hand, 
 
 Like statues fixed to the fame 
 
 Of thy renoune, and their own shame, 
 
 As if they onely meant to breath 
 
 To be the life of their own death. 
 
 Twas time to hold their peace, when they 
 
 Had ne're another word to say, 
 
 Yet is their silence unto thee, 
 
 The full sound of thy victorie; 
 
 Their silence speaks aloud, and is 
 
 Thy well pronounc'd Panegyris. 
 
 While they speak nothing, they speak all 
 
 Their share in thy Memoriall. 
 
 While they speake nothing, they proclame 
 
 Thee, with the shrillest trump of fame. 
 To hold their peace is all the wayes 
 These wretches have to speake thy praise. 
 
 Upon our Saviours tombe wherein never man was laid. 
 
 HOw life and death in thee 
 Agree ! 
 Thou had'st a virgin wombe, 
 
 And tombe, 
 A Joseph did betroth 
 
 Them both. 
 
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 // is better to goe into heaven with one eye, &c. 
 
 ONe eye? a thousand rather, and a thousand more, 
 To fix those full-fac't glories, 6 hee's poore 
 
 Of eyes that has but Argus store. 
 
 Yet if thou'lt fil one poor eye, with thy heaven, & thee, 
 O grant (sweet goodnesse) that one eye may be 
 All and every whit of me. 
 
 Luke. ii. 
 
 Upon the dumb Devill cast out, and the slanderous jfewes 
 put to silence. 
 
 TWo devills at one blow them hast laid flat, 
 A speaking Devill this, a dumbe [one] that. 
 Was't thy full victories fairer increase, 
 
 That th' one spake, or that th' other held [his] peace ? 
 
 Luke. 10. 
 
 And a certaine Priest camming that way, looked on him 
 and passed by. 
 
 WHy doest thou wound my wounds, 6 thou that 
 passest by, 
 
 Handling & turning them with an unwounded eye? 
 The calme that cooles thine eye does shipwrack mine, for 6, 
 Unmov'd to see one wretched is to make him so. 
 
 Luke. ii. 
 
 Blessed be the Paps which thou hast sucked. 
 
 SUppose he had been tabled at thy Teates, 
 Thy hunger feels not what he eates: 
 Hee'l have his Teat e're long, a bloody one, 
 The mother then must suck the son. 
 
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 To Pontius washing bis blood-sta\jri\ed hands. 
 
 'OMurther no sin? Or a sin so cheape 
 
 C3 That thou did'st heape 
 
 A Rape upon't? till thy adult'rous touch 
 
 Taught her these sullied cheeks, this blubber'd face, 
 She was a Nimph, the meadows knew none such, 
 
 Of honest parentage, of unstain'd race, 
 The daughter of a faire, and well fam'd fountaine, 
 As ever Silver-tipt the side of shadie mountaine. 
 
 See how she weeps, and weepes, that she appeares 
 
 Nothing but teares, 
 Each drop's a teare, that weeps for her owne wast; 
 
 Harke how at every touch she does complaine her; 
 Harke how she bids her frighted drops make hast, 
 
 And with sad murmurs, chides the hands that staine her: 
 Leave, leave for shame, or else (good judge) decree 
 What water shal wash this, when this hath washed thee. 
 
 Mat. 23. 
 Tee build the Sepulchres of the Prophets. 
 
 r I A Hou trim'st a Prophets Tombe, and dost bequeath 
 The life thou took'st from him unto his death : 
 Vaine man ! the stones that on his Tombe doe lye 
 Keep but the score of them that made him dye. 
 
 Upon the Infant Martyrs. 
 
 r I ^O see both blended in one flood, 
 
 J_ The Mothers milke, the Childrens blood, 
 Makes me doubt if heav'n will gather 
 Roses hence, or Lillies rather. 
 
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 Joh. 1 6. 
 
 Verily I say unto you^ yee shall weep and lament. 
 
 WElcome my Grief, my Joy ; how deare's ? 
 To me my Legacie of Teares ! 
 Pie weepe^ and weepe^ and will therefore 
 Weepe, 'cause I can weepe no more: 
 
 Thou, thou (Dcare Lord) even thou alone, 
 Giv'st joy, even when thou givest none. 
 
 John 15. 
 Upon our Lord's last comfortable discourse with his Disciples. 
 
 ALL Hybla's honey, all that sweetnesse can, 
 Flowes in thy Song (6 faire, 6 dying swan!) 
 Yet is the joy I take in't small or none; 
 It is too sweet to be a long-liv'd one. 
 
 Luke 16. 
 Dives asking a drop. 
 
 A Drop, one drop, how sweetly one faire drop 
 Would tremble on my pearle-tipt fingers top? 
 My wealth is gone, 6 goe it where it will, 
 Spare this one Jewell; I'le be Dives still. 
 
 Marke 12. 
 
 (Give to Caesar ) 
 (And to God ) 
 
 LL we have is God's, and yet 
 
 Ceesar challenges a debt, 
 Nor hath God a thinner share, 
 What ever Cesar's payments are; 
 All is God's; and yet 'tis true 
 All we have is Cesar's too; 
 All is Cefsar's; and what ods, 
 So long as Cesar's selfe is Gods ? 
 
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 But now they have seen and hated. 
 
 SEene? and yet hated thee? they did not see, 
 They saw thee not, that saw and hated thee : 
 No, no, they saw thee not, 6 Life, 6 Love, 
 
 Who saw ought in thee that their hate could move. 
 
 Upon the Crowne of thornes taken downe from the 
 head of our B. Lord bloody. 
 
 KNow'st thou this Souldier? 'tis a much chang'd plant, 
 which yet 
 
 Thy self did'st set, 
 O ! who so hard a husbandman did ever find, 
 
 A soyle so kind ? 
 Is not the soyle a kind one which returnes 
 
 Roses for Thornes? 
 
 Luke 7. 
 
 She began to wash his feet with teares, and wipe them 
 with the haires of her head. 
 
 HEr eyes flood lickes his feetes faire staine, 
 Her haires flame lickes up that againe: 
 This flame thus quench't hath brighter beames, 
 This flood thus stained, fairer streames. 
 
 On St. Peter cutting off Malchus his eare. 
 
 WE11 Peter dost thou wield thy active sword, 
 Well for thy selfe (I meane) not for thy Lord : 
 To strike at eares, is to take heed there be 
 No witnesse Peter of thy perjury. 
 
 Joh. 3 . 
 But men loved darknesse rather than light. 
 
 THe world's light shines, shine as it will, 
 The world will love its Darkenesse still : 
 I doubt though when the World's in Hell, 
 It will not love its Darkenesse halfe so well. 
 
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 A&s. 21. 
 / am read'te not onely to be bound, but to die. 
 
 COme death, come bands, nor do you shrink, my ears, 
 At those hard words man's cowardise calls feares : 
 Save those of feare no other bands feare I ; 
 No other feare than this, the feare to dye. 
 
 On St. Peter casting away his Nets at our Saviours call. 
 
 THou hast the art on't Peter, and canst tell 
 To cast thy Nets on all occasions well : 
 When Christ calls, and thy Nets would have thee stay, 
 To cast them well's to cast them quite away. 
 
 Our B. Lord in his Circumcision to his Father. 
 
 TO thee these first fruits of my growing death 
 (For what else is my life ?) lo I bequeath : 
 Tast this, and as thou lik'st this lesser flood 
 Expert a Sea, my heart shall make it good. 
 Thy wrath that wades here now, e're long shall swim, 
 The floodgate shall be set wide ope for him. 
 Then let him drinke, and drinke, and doe his worst 
 To drowne the wantonnesse of his wild thirst. 
 Now's but the Nonage of my paines, my feares 
 Are yet both in their hopes, not come to yeares. 
 The day of my darke woe is yet but morne, 
 My teares but tender, and my death new borne. 
 Yet may these unfle[d]g'd griefes give fate some guesse, 
 These Cradle-torments have their towardnesse. 
 These purple buds of blooming death may bee, 
 Erst the full stature of a fatall tree. 
 And till my riper woes to age are come, 
 This Knife may be the speares J?r<sludium. 
 
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 On the wounds of our crucified Lord. 
 
 O These wakefull wounds of thine ! 
 Are they Mouthes? or are they eyes? 
 Be they mouthes, or be they eyne, 
 Each bleeding part some one supplies. 
 
 Lo, a mouth ! whose full bloom'd lips 
 
 At too deare a rate are roses : 
 Lo, a blood-shot eye ! that weeps, 
 
 And many a cruell teare discloses. 
 
 O thou that on this foot hast laid 
 
 Many a kisse, and many a teare, 
 Now thou shalt have all repaid, 
 
 What soe're thy charges were. 
 
 This foot hath got a mouth and lips 
 To pay the sweet summe of thy kisses, 
 
 To pay thy teares, an eye that weeps, 
 Instead of teares, such gems as this is. 
 
 The difference onely this appeares, 
 
 (Nor can the change offend) 
 The debt is paid in Ruby-teares 
 
 Which thou in Pearles did'st lend. 
 
 On our crucified Lord^ naked and bloody. 
 
 THey have left thee naked Lord. O that they had; 
 This Garment too, I would they had deny'd. 
 Thee with thy selfe they have too richly clad, 
 Opening the purple wardrobe of thy side : 
 O never could there be garment [too] good 
 For thee to weare, but this of thine owne blood. 
 
 Sampson to his Dalilah. 
 
 COuld not once blinding mee, cruell suffice? 
 When first I look't on thee I lost mine eyes. 
 
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 H 
 
 Psalme 23. 
 
 Appy me ! O happy sheepe ! 
 
 Whom my God vouchsafes to keepe ; 
 Even my God, even he it is 
 That points me to these wayes of blisse ; 
 On whose pastures cheerefull spring, 
 All the yeare doth sit and sing, 
 And rejoycing smiles to see 
 Their green backs weare his liverie: 
 Pleasure sings my soule to rest, 
 Plentie weares me at her brest, 
 Whose sweet temper teaches me 
 Nor wanton, nor in want to be. 
 At my feet the blubb'ring Mountaine 
 Weeping melts into a Fountaine, 
 Whose soft silver-sweating streames 
 Make high noone forget his beames : 
 When my way-ward breath is flying, 
 He calls home my soule from dying, 
 Strokes, and tames my rabid griefe, 
 And does wooe me into life : 
 When my simple weakenes strayes, 
 (Tangled in forbidden wayes) 
 He (my shepheard) is my guide, 
 Hee's before me, on my side, 
 And behind me, he beguiles 
 Craft in all her knottie wiles : 
 He expounds the giddy wonder 
 Of my weary steps, and under 
 Spreads a Path as cleare as Day, 
 Where no churlish rub says nay 
 To my joy conducted feet, 
 Whil'st they gladly goe to meet 
 Grace and Peace, to meet new laies 
 Tun'd to my great S[h]epheards praise. 
 Come now all ye terrors, sally, 
 Muster forth into the valley, 
 Where triumphant darkrresse hovers 
 
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 With a sable wing that covers 
 
 Brooding horror. Come thou Death 
 
 Let the damps of thy dull Breath 
 
 Over shadow even the shade, 
 
 And make darkenes selfe afraid ; 
 
 There my feet, even there, shall find 
 
 Way for a resolved mind. 
 
 Still my Shepheard, still my God 
 
 Thou art with me, still thy Rod, 
 
 And thy staffe, whose influence 
 
 Gives direction, gives defence. 
 
 At the whisper of thy word 
 
 Crown'd abundance spreads my boord : 
 
 While I feast, my foes doe feed 
 
 Their ranck malice not their need, 
 
 So that with the self same bread 
 
 They are starv'd and I am fed. 
 
 How my head in ointment swims ! 
 
 How my cup orelook's her brims ! 
 
 So, even so still may I move 
 
 By the Line of thy deare love ; 
 
 Still may thy sweet mercy spread 
 
 A shady arme above my head, 
 
 About my Paths, so shall I find 
 
 The faire center of my mind 
 
 Thy Temple, and those lovely walls 
 
 Bright ever with a beame that falls 
 
 Fresh from the pure glance of thine eye, 
 
 Lighting to eternity. 
 
 There I'le dwell, for ever there 
 
 Will I find a purer aire 
 
 To feed my life with, there I'le sup 
 
 Balme, and Nectar in my cup, 
 
 And thence my ripe soule will I breath 
 
 Warme into the Armes of Death.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Psalme. 137. 
 
 ON the proud bankes of great Euphrates flood, 
 There we sate, and there we wept : 
 Our Harpes that now no musick understood, 
 Nodding on the willowes slept, 
 While unhappy captiv'd wee 
 Lovely Slon thought on thee. 
 They, they that snatcht us from our countries breast 
 
 Would have a song carv'd to their eares 
 In Hebrew numbers, then (6 cruell jest !) 
 
 When Harpes and Hearts were drown'd in teares 
 Come, they cry'd, come sing and play 
 One of Sions Songs to day. 
 Sing ? play ? to whom (ah) shall we sing or play 
 
 If not Jerusalem to thee ? 
 Ah thee Jerusalem ! ah sooner may 
 This hand forget the masterie 
 
 Of Musicks dainty touch, then I 
 The Musick of thy memory, 
 Which when I lose, 6 may at once my tongue 
 
 Lose this same busie speaking art, 
 Unpearch't, her vocall Arteries unstrung, 
 No more acquainted with my heart, 
 On my dry pallats roof to rest 
 A wither'd leaf, an idle guest. 
 No, no, thy good Sion alone must crowne 
 The head of all my hope-nurst joyes. 
 But Edom cruell thou ! thou cryd'st downe, downe 
 Sinke Slon^ downe and never rise, 
 
 Her falling thou did'st urge, and thrust, 
 And haste to dash her into dust, 
 Dost laugh ? proud Babels daughter ! do, laugh on, 
 
 Till thy ruine teach thee teares, 
 Even such as these ; laugh, till a venging throng 
 Of woes, too late doe rouze thy feares. 
 
 Laugh till thy childrens bleeding bones 
 Weepe pretious teares upon the stones. 
 
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 Upon Easter Day. 
 
 i. 
 
 Rise heire of fresh eternity 
 From thy virgin Tombe, 
 
 Rise mighty man of wonders, and thy world with thee, 
 Thy Tombe the universall East 
 
 Natures new wombe, 
 Thy tombe faire immortalities perfumed Nest. 
 
 2. 
 
 Of all the glories make Noone gay, 
 
 This is the Morne, 
 
 This Rock bud's forth the fountaine of the streames of Day, 
 In joyes white annalls lives this howre 
 
 When life was borne, 
 No cloud scoule on his radiant lids, no tempest lower. 
 
 Life, by this light's Nativity 
 
 All creatures have, 
 Death onely by this Dayes just doome is forc't to Dye 
 
 Nor is Death forc't ; for may he ly 
 
 Thron'd in thy Grave 
 Death will on this condition be content to dye.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 Sospetto d' Herode. 
 
 Libro Prime. 
 
 Argomento. 
 
 Casting the times with their strong signes, 
 
 Death's Master his owne death divines. 
 
 Strugling for helpe^ his best hope is 
 
 Herod's suspition may heale his. 
 
 Therefore he sends a fiend to wake, 
 
 The sleeping Tyrant's fond mistake ; 
 
 Who feares (in vaine) that he whose Birth 
 
 Meanes Heav'n, should meddle with his Earth. 
 
 I. 
 
 MUse, now the servant of soft Loves no more, 
 Hate is thy Theame, and Herod, whose unblest 
 Hand (6 what dares not jealous Greatnesse ?) tore 
 A thousand sweet Babes from their Mothers Brest : 
 The Bloomes of Martyrdome. O be a Dore 
 Of language to my infant Lips, yee best 
 
 Of Confessours : whose Throates answering his swords, 
 Gave forth your Blood for breath, spoke soules for words. 
 
 2. 
 
 Great Anthony \ Spains well-beseeming pride, 
 Thou mighty branch of Emperours and Kings ; 
 The Beauties of whose dawne what eye may bide ? 
 Which With the Sun himselfe weigh 's equall wings ; 
 Mappe of Heroick worth ! whom farre and wide 
 To the beleeving world Fame boldly sings : 
 
 Deigne thou to weare this humble Wreath, that bowes 
 To be the sacred Honour of thy Browes. 
 
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 Nor needs my Muse a blush, or these bright Flowers 
 Other than what their owne blest beauties bring. 
 They were the smiling sons of those sweet Bowers, 
 That drinke the deaw of Life, whose deathlesse spring, 
 Nor Sirian flame, nor Borean frost deflowers : 
 From whence Heav'n-labouring Bees with busie wing, 
 
 Suck hidden sweets, which well digested proves 
 
 Immortall Hony for the Hive of Loves. 
 
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 Thou, whose strong hand with so transcendent worth, 
 Holds high the reine of faire Parthenope^ 
 That neither Rome^ nor Athens can bring forth 
 A Name in noble deeds Rivall to thee ! 
 Thy Fames full noise, makes proud the patient Earth, 
 Farre more than matter for my Muse and mee. 
 The Tyrrhene Seas, and shores sound all the same, 
 And in their murmurs keepe thy mighty Name. 
 
 5- 
 
 Below the Botome of the great Abysse, 
 There where one Center reconciles all things ; 
 The worlds profound Heart pants ; There placed is 
 Mischiefes old Master, close about him clings 
 A curl'd knot of embracing Snakes, that kisse 
 His correspondent cheekes : these loathsome strings 
 Hold the perverse Prince in eternall Ties 
 Fast bound, since first he forfeited the skies. 
 
 6. 
 
 The judge of Torments, and the King of Teares, 
 He fills a burnisht Throne of quenchlesse fire : 
 And for his old faire Roabes of Light, he weares 
 A gloomy Mantle of darke flames, the Tire 
 That crownes his hated head on high appeares ; 
 Where seav'n tall Homes (his Empires pride) aspire. 
 
 And to make up Hells Majesty, each Home 
 
 Seav'n crested Hydra's horribly adorne. 
 
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 His Eyes, the sullen dens of Death and Night, 
 Startle the dull Ayre with a dismall red : 
 Such his fell glances as the fatall Light 
 Of staring Comets, that looke Kingdomes dead. 
 From his black nostrills, and blew lips, in spight 
 Of Hells owne stinke, a worser stench is spread. 
 
 His breath Hells lightning is : and each deepe groane 
 Disdaines to thinke that Heav'n Thunders alone. 
 
 8. 
 
 His flaming Eyes dire exhalation, 
 
 Unto a dreadfull pile gives fiery Breath ; 
 
 Whose unconsum'd consumption preys upon 
 
 That never-dying Life of a long Death. 
 
 In this sad House of slow Destruction, 
 
 (His shop of flames) hee fryes himself, beneath 
 A masse of woes, his Teeth for Torment gnash, 
 While his steele sides sound with his Tayles strong lash. 
 
 9- 
 
 Three Rigourous Virgins waiting still behind, 
 Assist the Throne of th' Iron-sceptred King. 
 With whips of Thornes and knotty vipers twin'd 
 They rouse him, when his ranke thoughts need a sting. 
 Their lockes are beds of uncomb'd snakes that wind 
 About their shady browes in wanton Rings. 
 
 Thus reignes the wrathfull King, and while he reignes 
 His Scepter and himselfe both he disdaines. 
 
 10. 
 
 Disdainefull wretch ! how hath one bold sinne cost 
 
 Thee all the Beauties of thy once bright Eyes ? 
 
 How hath one black Eclipse cancell'd, and crost 
 
 The glories that did gild thee in thy Rise ? 
 
 Proud Morning of a perverse Day ! how lost 
 
 Art thou unto thy selfe, thou too selfe-wise 
 Narcissus ? foolish Phaeton ? who for all 
 Thy high-aym'd hopes, gaind'st but a flaming fall. 
 
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 ii. 
 
 From Death's sad shades, to the Life-breathing Ayre, 
 This mortall Enemy to mankinds good, 
 Lifts his Malignant Eyes, wasted with care, 
 To become beautifull in humane blood. 
 Where ''Jordan melts his Chrystall, to make faire 
 The fields of Palestine, with so pure a flood, 
 There does he fixe his Eyes : and there detect 
 New matter, to make good his great suspect. 
 
 12. 
 
 He calls to mind th' old quarrell, and what sparke 
 Set the contending Sons of Heav'n on fire : 
 Oft in his deepe thought he revolves the darke 
 Si bills divining leaves : he does enquire 
 Into th' old Prophesies, trembling to marke 
 How many present prodigies conspire, 
 
 To crowne their past predictions, both he layes 
 Together, in his pondrous mind both weighs. 
 
 Heavens Golden-winged Herald, late he saw 
 
 To a poore Galilean virgin sent : 
 
 How low the Bright Youth bow'd, and with what awe 
 
 Immortall flowers to her faire hand present. 
 
 He saw th' old Hebrewes wombe, neglect the Law 
 
 Of Age and Barennesse, and her Babe prevent 
 
 His Birth, by his Devotion, who began 
 
 Betimes to be a Saint, before a Man. 
 
 14. 
 
 He saw rich Nectar thawes release the rigour 
 Of th' Icy North, from frost-bount Atlas hands 
 His Adamantine fetters fall : green vigour 
 Gladding the Scythian Rocks, and Libian sands. 
 He saw a vernall smile, sweetly disfigure 
 Winters sad face, and through the flowry lands 
 Of faire Engaddi hony-sweating Fountaines 
 With Manna, Milk, and Balm, new broach the Mountaines. 
 
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 He saw how in that blest Day-bearing Night, 
 The Heav'n-rebuked shades made hast away ; 
 How bright a Dawne of Angels with new Light 
 Amaz'd the midnight world, and made a Day 
 Of which the Morning knew not : Mad with spight 
 He markt how the poore Shepheards ran to pay 
 Their simple Tribute to the Babe, whose Birth 
 Was the great businesse both of Heav'n and Earth. 
 
 1 6. 
 
 He saw a threefold Sun, with rich encrease, 
 Make proud the Ruby portalls of the East. 
 He saw the Temple sacred to sweet Peace, 
 Adore her Princes Birth, flat on her Brest. 
 He saw the falling Idolls, all confesse 
 A comming Deity. He saw the Nest 
 
 Of pois'nous and unnaturall loves, Earth-nurst ; 
 
 Toucht with the worlds true Antidote to burst. 
 
 He saw Heav'n blossome with a new-borne light, 
 
 On which, as on a glorious stranger gaz'd 
 
 The Golden eyes of Night : whose Beame made bright 
 
 The way to Bftb'&m, and as boldly blaz'd, 
 
 (Nor askt leave of the Sun) by Day as Night. 
 
 By whom (as Heav'ns illustrious Hand-maid) rais'd 
 
 Three Kings (or what is more) three Wise men went 
 Westward to find the worlds true Orient. 
 
 18. 
 
 Strucke with these great concurrences of things, 
 Symptomes so deadly, unto Death and him ; 
 Faine would he have forgot what fatall strings, 
 Eternally bind each rebellious limbe. 
 He shooke himselfe, and spread his spatious wings : 
 Which like two Bosom 'd sailes embrace the dimme 
 
 Aire, with a dismall shade, but all in vaine, 
 
 Of sturdy Adamant is his strong chaine. 
 
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 19. 
 
 While thus Heav'ns highest counsails, by the low 
 Foot steps of their Effects, he trac'd too well, 
 He tost his troubled eyes, Embers that glow 
 Now with new Rage, and wax too hot for Hell. 
 With his foule clawes he fenc'd his furrowed Brow, 
 And gave a gastly shreeke, whose horrid yell 
 
 Ran trembling through the hollow vaults of Night, 
 The while his twisted Tayle he gnaw'd for spight. 
 
 20. 
 
 Yet on the other side, faine would he start 
 
 Above his feares, and thinke it cannot be. 
 
 He studies Scripture, strives to sound the heart, 
 
 And feele the pulse of every Prophecy. 
 
 He knows (but knowes not how, or by what Art) 
 
 The Heav'n expecting Ages, hope to see 
 
 A mighty Babe, whose pure, unspotted Birth, 
 
 From a chast Virgin wombe, should blesse the Earth. 
 
 21. 
 
 But these vast Mysteries his senses smother, 
 
 And Reason (for what's Faith to him ?) devoure. 
 
 How she that is a maid should prove a Mother, 
 
 Yet keepe inviolate her virgin flower ; 
 
 How Gods eternall Sonne should be mans Brother, 
 
 Poseth his proudest Intelle&uall power. 
 How a pure Spirit should incarnate bee, 
 And life it selfe weare Deaths fraile Livery. 
 
 22. 
 
 That the Great Angell-blinding light should shrinke 
 His blaze, to shine in a poore Shepherds eye. 
 That the unmeasur'd God so low should sinke, 
 As Pris'ner in a few poore Rags to lye. 
 That from his Mothers Brest he milke should drinke, 
 Who feeds with Ne&ar Heav'ns faire family. 
 That a vile Manger his low Bed should prove, 
 Who in a Throne of stars Thunders above. 
 
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 That he whom the Sun serves, should faintly peepe 
 Through clouds of Infant flesh : that he the old 
 Eternall Word should be a Child, and weepe. 
 That he who made the fire, should feare the cold ; 
 That Heav'ns high Majesty his Court should keepe 
 In a clay cottage, by each blast control'd. 
 
 That Glories self should serve our Griefs, & feares 
 
 And free Eternity, submit to yeares. 
 
 24. 
 
 And further, that the Lawes eternall Giver, 
 Should bleed in his owne lawes obedience : 
 And to the circumcising Knife deliver 
 Himselfe, the forfet of his slaves offence. 
 That the unblemisht Lambe, blessed for ever, 
 Should take the marke of sin, and paine of sence. 
 These are the knotty Riddles, whose darke doubt 
 Intangles his lost Thoughts, past getting out. 
 
 While new Thoughts boyl'd in his enraged Brest, 
 
 His gloomy Bosomes darkest Character, 
 
 Was in his shady forehead seen exprest. 
 
 The forehead's shade in Griefes expression there, 
 
 Is what in signe of joy among the blest 
 
 The faces lightning, or a smile is here. 
 
 Those stings of care that his strong Heart opprest, 
 A desperate, Oh mee, drew from his deepe Brest. 
 
 26. 
 
 Oh mee \ (thus bellow 'd he) oh rnee \ what great 
 
 Portents before mine eyes their Powers advance ? 
 
 And serves my purer sight, onely to beat 
 
 Downe my proud Thought, and leave it in a Trance ? 
 
 Frowne I ; and can great Nature keep her seat ? 
 
 And the gay Starrs lead on their Golden dance ? 
 Can his attempts above still prosp'rous be, 
 Auspicious still, in spight of Hell and me ? 
 
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 27. 
 
 Hee has my Heaven (what would he more ?) whose bright 
 And radiant Scepter this bold hand should beare. 
 And for the never-fading fields of Light, 
 My faire Inheritance, he confines me here, 
 To this darke House of shades, horrour, and Night, 
 To draw a long-liv'd Death, where all my cheere 
 Is the solemnity my sorrow weares, 
 That Mankinds Torment waits upon my Teares. 
 
 28. 
 
 Darke, dusky Man, he needs would single forth, 
 To make the partner of his owne pure ray : 
 And should we Powers of Heav'n, Spirits of worth, 
 Bow our bright Heads, before a King of clay ? 
 It shall not be, said I, and clombe the North, 
 Where never wing of Angell yet made way. 
 
 What though I mist my blow ? yet I strooke high, 
 
 And to dare something, is some victory. 
 
 29. 
 
 Is he not satisfied ? meanes he to wrest 
 Hell from me too, and sack my Territories ? 
 Vile humane Nature means he not t' invest 
 (O my despight !) with his divinest Glories ? 
 And rising with rich spoiles upon his Brest, 
 With his faire Triumphs fill all future stories ? 
 
 Must the bright armes of Heav'n, rebuke these eyes ? 
 
 Mocke me, and dazle my darke Mysteries ? 
 
 Art thou not Lucifer ? he to whom the droves 
 Of Stars, that gild the Morne in charge were given ? 
 The nimblest of the lightning-winged Loves ? 
 The fairest, and the first-borne smile of Heav'n ? 
 Looke in what Pompe the Mistrisse Planet moves 
 Rev'rently circled by the lesser seaven, 
 
 Such, and so rich, the flames that from thine eyes, 
 
 Opprest the common-people of the skyes. 
 
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 3 1 - 
 
 Ah wretch ! what bootes thee to cast back thy eyes, 
 
 Where dawning hope no beame of comfort showes ? 
 
 While the reflection of thy forepast joyes, 
 
 Renders thee double to thy present woes. 
 
 Rather make up to thy new miseries, 
 
 And meet the mischiefe that upon thee growes. 
 
 If Hell must mourne, Heav'n sure shall sympathize ; 
 
 What force cannot effecl:, fraud shall devise. 
 
 3 2 - 
 
 And yet whose force feare I ? have I so lost 
 My selfe ? my strength too with my innocence ? 
 Come try who dares, Heav'n, Earth, what ere dost boast, 
 A borrowed being, make thy bold defence. 
 Come thy Creator too, what though it cost 
 Me yet a second fall ? wee 'd try our strengths. 
 Heav'n saw us struggle once, as brave a fight 
 Earth now should see, and tremble at the sight. 
 
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 Thus spoke th' impatient Prince, and made a pause ; 
 His foule Hags rais'd their heads, & clapt their hands. 
 And all the Powers of Hell in full applause 
 Flourisht their Snakes, and tost their flaming brands. 
 We (said the horrid sisters) wait thy lawes, 
 Th' obsequious handmaids of thy high commands. 
 Be it thy part, Hells mighty Lord, to lay 
 On us thy dread commands, ours to obey. 
 
 34- 
 
 What thy Aleflo, what these hands can doe, 
 Thou mad'st bold proofe upon the brow of Heav'n, 
 Nor should'st thou bate in pride, because that now, 
 To these thy sooty Kingdomes thou art driven. 
 Let Heav'ns Lord chide above lowder than thou 
 In language of his Thunder, thou art even 
 With him below : here thou art Lord alone 
 Boundlesse and absolute : Hell i& thine owne.
 
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 If usuall wit, and strength will doe no good, 
 Vertues of stones, nor herbes : use stronger charmes, 
 Anger, and love, best hookes of humane blood. 
 If all faile wee '1 put on our proudest Armes, 
 And pouring on Heav'ns face the Seas huge flood 
 Quench his curl'd fires, wee '1 wake with our Alarmes 
 Ruine, where e're she sleepes at Natures feet j 
 And crush the world till his wide corners meet. 
 
 36. 
 
 Reply'd the proud King, O my Crownes Defence, 
 Stay of my strong hopes, you of whose brave worth, 
 The frighted stars tooke faint experience, 
 When 'gainst the Thunders mouth we marched forth : 
 Still you are prodigall of your Love's expence 
 In our great projects, both 'gainst Heav'n and Earth. 
 
 I thanke you all, but one must single out, 
 
 Cruelty, she alone shall cure my doubt. 
 
 37- 
 
 Fourth of the cursed knot of Hags is shee, 
 
 Or rather all the other three in one ; 
 
 Hells shop of slaughter shee do's oversee, 
 
 And still assist the Execution. 
 
 But chiefly there do's she delight to be, 
 
 Where Hells capacious Cauldron is set on : 
 
 And while the black soules boile in their own gore, 
 To hold them down, and looke that none seeth o're. 
 
 38. 
 
 Thrice howl'd the Caves of Night, and thrice the sound, 
 Thundring upon the bankes of those black lakes 
 Rung, through the hollow vaults of Hell profound : 
 At last her listning Eares the noise o're takes, 
 She lifts her sooty lampes, and looking round, 
 A gen 'rail hisse from the whole Tire of snakes 
 
 Rebounding, through Hells inmost Cavernes came, 
 
 In answer to her formidable Name. 
 
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 'Mongst all the Palaces in Hells command, 
 
 No one so mercilesse as this of hers. 
 
 The Adamantine Doors, for ever stand 
 
 Impenetrable, both to prai'rs and Teares, 
 
 The walls inexorable steele, no hand 
 
 Of Time, or Teeth of hungry Ruine feares. 
 Their ugly ornaments are the bloody staines, 
 Of ragged limbs, torne sculls, & dasht out Braines. 
 
 40. 
 
 There has the purple Vengeance a proud seat, 
 Whose ever-brandisht Sword is sheath'd in blood. 
 About her Hate, Wrath, Warre, and Slaughter sweat ; 
 Bathing their hot limbs in life's pretious flood. 
 There rude impetuous Rage do's storme, and fret : 
 And there, as Master of this murd'ring brood, 
 Swinging a huge Sith stands impartiall Death, 
 With endlesse businesse almost out of Breath. 
 
 41. 
 
 For hangings and for Curtaines, all along 
 The walls, (abominable ornaments !) 
 Are tooles of wrath, Anvills of Torments hung j 
 Fell Executioners of foule intents, 
 Nailes, hammers, hatchets sharpe, and halters strong, 
 Swords, Speares, with all the fatall Instruments 
 Of sin, and Death, twice dipt in the dire staines 
 Of brothers mutual! blood, and Fathers braines. 
 
 42. 
 
 The Tables furnisht with a cursed Feast, 
 
 Which Harpyes, with leane Famine feed upon, 
 
 Unfill'd for ever. Here among the rest, 
 
 Inhumane Erisi-cthon too makes one ; 
 
 Tantalus, Atreus, Progne, here are guests : 
 
 Wolvish Lycaon here a place hath won. 
 The cup they drinke in is Medusa's scull, 
 Which mixt with gall & blood they quaffe brim full. 
 
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 43- 
 
 The foule Queens most abhorred Maids of Honour 
 
 Medcea, Jezabell, many a meager Witch, 
 
 With Circe, Scylla, stand to wait upon her : 
 
 But her best huswifes are the Parc<e, which 
 
 Still worke for her, and have their wages from her: 
 
 They prick a bleeding heart at every stitch. 
 
 Her cruell cloathes of costly threds they weave, 
 Which short-cut lives of murdred Infants leave. 
 
 44. 
 
 The house is hers'd about with a black wood, 
 Which nods with many a heavy headed tree. 
 Each flowers a pregnant poyson, try'd and good, 
 Each herbe a Plague. The winds sighes timed-bee 
 By a black Fount, which weeps into a flood. 
 Through the thick shades obscurely might you see 
 Minotaures, Cyclopses, with a darke drove 
 Of Dragons, Hydraes, Sphinxes, fill the Grove. 
 
 45- 
 
 Here Diomed's Horses, Phereus dogs appeare, 
 With the fierce Lyons of Therodamas. 
 Busiris ha's his bloody Altar here, 
 Here Sylla his severest prison has. 
 The Lestrigonians here their Table reare ; 
 Here strong Procrustes Plants his Bed of Brasse. 
 
 Here cruell Scyron boasts his bloody rockes, 
 
 And hatefull Schinis his so feared Oakes. 
 
 46. 
 
 What ever Schemes of Blood, fantastick-frames 
 
 Of Death Mezentius, or Geryon drew ; 
 
 Phalaris, Ocbus, Ezelinus, names 
 
 Mighty in mischiefe, with dread Nero too, 
 
 Here are they all, Here all the swords or flames 
 
 Assyrian Tyrants, or Egyptian knew. 
 
 Such was the House, so furnisht was the Hall, 
 Whence the fourth Fury, answer 'd Pluto's call. 
 
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 47- 
 
 Scarce to this Monster could the shady King, 
 The horrid summe of his intentions tell ; 
 But shee (swift as the momentary wing 
 Of lightning, or the words he spoke) left Hell. 
 She rose, and with her to our world did bring, 
 Pale proofe of her fell presence, Th' aire too well 
 With a chang'd countenance witnest the sight, 
 And poore fowles intercepted in their flight. 
 
 48. 
 
 Heav'n saw her rise, and saw Hell in the sight. 
 The field's faire Eyes saw her, and saw no more, 
 But shut their flowry lids, for ever Night, 
 And Winter strow her way ; yea, such a sore 
 Is she to Nature, that a generall fright, 
 An universall palsie spreading o're 
 
 The face of things, from her dire eyes had run, 
 Had not her thick Snakes hid them from the Sun. 
 
 49. 
 
 Now had the Night's companion from her den, 
 Where all the busie day she close doth ly, 
 With her soft wing wipt from the browes of men 
 Day's sweat, and by a gentle Tyranny, 
 And sweet oppression, kindly cheating them 
 Of all their cares, tam'd the rebellious eye 
 
 Of sorrow, with a soft and downy hand, 
 
 Sealing all brests in a Lethtean band. 
 
 50. 
 
 When the Erinnys her black pineons spread, 
 And came to Bethlem^ where the cruell King 
 Had now retyr'd himselfe, and borrowed 
 His Brest a while from care's unquiet sting ; 
 Such as at Thebes dire feast she shew'd her head, 
 Her sulphur-breathed Torches brandishing, 
 Such to the frighted Palace now she comes, 
 And with soft feet searches the -silent roomes. 
 
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 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 
 
 By Herod - - now was borne 
 
 The Scepter, which of old great David swaid ; 
 Whose right by David's image so long worne, 
 Himselfe a stranger to, his owne had made ; 
 And from the head of Judahs house quite torne 
 The Crowne, for which upon their necks he laid 
 A sad yoake, under which they sigh'd in vaine, 
 And looking on their lost state sigh'd againe. 
 
 52. 
 
 Up, through the spatious Pallace passed she, 
 
 To where the Kings proudly-reposed head 
 
 (If any can be soft to Tyranny 
 
 And selfe-tormenting sin) had a soft bed. 
 
 She thinkes not fit such he her face should see, 
 
 As it is seene by Hell j and seen with dread. 
 To change her faces stile she doth devise, 
 And in a pale Ghost's shape to spare his Eyes. 
 
 53- 
 
 Her selfe a while she layes aside, and makes 
 
 Ready to personate a mortall part. 
 
 Joseph the Kings dead Brothers shape she takes, 
 
 What he by Nature was, is she by Art. 
 
 She comes toth' King, and with her cold hand slakes 
 
 His Spirits, the Sparkes of Life, and chills his heart, 
 Lifes forge ; fain'd is her voice, and false too, be 
 Her words ; sleep'st thou fond man ? sleep'st thou ? said she. 
 
 54- 
 
 So sleeps a Pilot, whose poore Barke is prest 
 With many a mercylesse o're mastring wave ; 
 For whom (as dead) the wrathfull winds contest, 
 Which of them deep'st shall digge her watry Grave. 
 Why dost thou let thy brave soule lye supprest, 
 In Death-like slumbers ; while thy dangers crave 
 
 A waking eye and hand ? looke up and see 
 
 The fates ripe, in their great conspiracy.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 55- 
 
 Know'st thou not how of th' Hebrewes royall stemme 
 (That old dry stocke) a despair'd branch is sprung 
 A most strange Babe ! who here conceal'd by them 
 In a negle&ed stable lies, among 
 Beasts and base straw : Already is the streame 
 Quite turn'd : th' ingratefull Rebells this their young 
 Master (with voyce free as the Trumpe of Fame) 
 Their new King, and thy Successour proclame. 
 
 56. 
 
 What busy motions ; what wild Engines stand 
 On tiptoe in their giddy Braynes ? th' have fire 
 Already in their Bosomes ; and their hand 
 Already reaches at a sword ; They hire 
 Poysons to speed thee ; yet through all the Land 
 What one comes to reveale what they conspire ? 
 
 Goe now, make much of these ; wage still their wars 
 And bring home on thy Brest more thanklesse scarrs. 
 
 57- 
 
 Why did I spend my life, and spill my Blood, 
 That thy firme hand for ever might sustaine 
 A well-pois'd Scepter ? does it now seeme good 
 Thy brothers blood be-spilt, life spent in vaine ? 
 'Gainst thy owne sons and Brothers thou hast stood 
 In Armes, when lesser cause was to complaine : 
 And now crosse Fates a watch about thee keepe, 
 Can'st thou be carelesse now ? now can'st thou sleep ? 
 
 58. 
 
 Where art thou man ? what cowardly mistake 
 Of thy great selfe, hath stolne King Herod from thee ? 
 O call thy selfe home to thy self, wake, wake, 
 And fence the hanging sword Heav'n throws upon thee. 
 Redeeme a worthy wrath rouse thee, and shake 
 Thy selfe into a shape that may become thee. 
 Be Herod, and thou shalt not misse from mee 
 Immortall stings to thy great thoughts, and thee. 
 
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 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 
 
 59- 
 
 So said, her richest snake, which to her wrist 
 For a beseeming bracelet she had ty'd 
 (A speciall Worme it was as ever kist 
 The foamy lips of Cerberus) she apply'd 
 To the Kings Heart, the Snake no sooner hist, 
 But vertue heard it, and away she hy'd, 
 
 Dire flames diffuse themselves through every veine, 
 This done, Home to her Hell she hy'd amaine. 
 
 60. 
 
 He wakes, and with him (ne're to sleepe) new feares : 
 His Sweat-bede'wed Bed hath now betrai'd him, 
 To a vast field of thornes, ten thousand Speares 
 All pointed in his heart seem'd to invade him : 
 So mighty were th' amazing Characters 
 With which his feeling Dreame had thus dismay'd him, 
 He his owne fancy-framed foes defies : 
 In rage, My armes, give me my armes^ he cryes. 
 
 61. 
 
 As when a Pile of food-preparing fire, 
 The breath of artificiall lungs embraves, 
 The Caldron-prison'd waters streight conspire, 
 And beat the hot Brasse with rebellious waves : 
 He murmurs, and rebukes their bold desire ; 
 Th' impatient liquor, frets, and foames, and raves ; 
 Till his o're flowing pride suppresse the flame, 
 Whence all his high spirits, and hot courage came. 
 
 62. 
 
 So boyles the fired Herods blood-swolne brest, 
 
 Not to be slakt but by a Sea of blood. 
 
 His faithlesse Crowne he feeles loose on his Crest, 
 
 Which on false Tyrants head ne're firmely stood. 
 
 The worme of jealous envy and unrest, 
 
 To which his gnaw'd heart is the growing food, 
 
 Makes him impatient of the lingring light ; 
 
 Hate the sweet peace of all-composing Night. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 63- 
 
 A Thousand Prophecies that talke strange things, 
 Had sowne of old these doubts in his deepe brest. 
 And now of late came tributary Kings, 
 Bringing him nothing but new feares from th' East, 
 More deepe suspicions, and more deadly stings, 
 With which his feav'rous cares their cold increast. 
 And now his dream (Hels firebrand) stil more bright, 
 Shew'd him his feares, and kill'd him with the sight. 
 
 64. 
 
 No sooner therefore shall the Morning see 
 (Night hangs yet heavy on the lids of Day) 
 But all his Counsellours must summon'd bee, 
 To meet their troubled Lord : Without delay 
 Heralds and Messengers immediately 
 Are sent about, who poasting every way 
 
 To th'heads and Officers of every band ; 
 
 Declare who sends, and what is his command. 
 
 65. 
 
 Why art thou troubled Herod\ what vaine feare 
 Thy blood-revolving Brest to rage doth move ? 
 Heavens King, who doffs himselfe weak flesh to weare, 
 Comes not to rule in wrath, but serve in love. 
 Nor would he this thy fear'd Crown from thee Teare, 
 But give thee a better with himselfe above. 
 Poore jealousie ! why should he wish to prey 
 Upon thy Crowne, who gives his owne away ? 
 
 66. 
 
 Make to thy reason man, and mock thy doubts, 
 Looke how below thy feares their causes are ; 
 Thou art a Souldier Herod ; send thy Scouts, 
 See how hee's furnish't for so fear'd a warre ? 
 What armour does he weare ? A few thin clouts. 
 His Trumpets ? tender cries ; his men to dare 
 
 So much ? rude Shepheards ; What his steeds ? Alas 
 Poore [Beasts] ! a slow Oxe, and a simple Asse. 
 
 // fine del prirfi Libra. 
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 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 
 
 Votiva Domus Petrensis Pro Domo Dei. 
 
 UT magts in Afundi votis, Aviumg querelis 
 Jam veniens so/et esse Dies, ub'i cuspide prima 
 Palpitat, &f roseo Lux praevia ludit ab ortu ; 
 Cum nee abest Phoebus, nee Eois l&tus habenis 
 Totus adest, volucriimfa procul vaga murmura mulcet : 
 
 Nos ita , quos nuper radiis afflavit honestis 
 Relligiosa Dies ; nostrig per atria Cceli 
 (Sacra Domus nostrum cst Coelum) jam luce tenelld 
 Libat adhuc trepidas Fax nondum firma Diei : 
 Nos ita jam exercet nimii impatientia Voti, 
 sui propiore premit. 
 
 Quis peftora tanti 
 
 Tendit amor Ccepti \ Desiderio quam longo 
 
 Lentas spes inhiant \ Domus 6 dukissima rerum ! 
 
 Plena Deo Domus ! Ah, Quis erit, Quis (dicimus) Ille, 
 
 (0 Bonus , o Ingens meritis, o Proximus ipsi, 
 
 Quern vocat in sua Dona, Deo !) quo vindice totas 
 
 Excutiant Tenebras h<ec Sandra Crepuscula ? - 
 
 - Quando, 
 
 Quando erit, ut tremula Flos heu tener ille Diei, 
 Qui velut ex Oriente suo jam Altaria circum 
 Lambit, & ambiguo nobis procul annuit astro, 
 Plenis se pandat foliis, ^ Lampade tota" 
 L&tus (ut e media cum Sol micat aureus axe) 
 Attonitam penetrare Domum bene possit adulto 
 Sidere, nee dubio Pia Mcenia mulceat ore} 
 Quando erit, ut Convexa suo quoque pulchra sereno 
 Florescant, roseo g tremant Laquearia rim ? 
 Quae nimium informis tanq\u\am sibi conscia frontis 
 Perpetuis jam se lustrant lacrymantia guttis. 
 
 Quando erit, ut c/aris me/tori luce Fenestris 
 Plurima per vitreos vivat Pia Pagina vultus ? 
 
 Quando erit, ut Sacrum nobis celebrantibus Hymnum 
 Organicos facili, 5" nunquam fallente susurro 
 Nobile murmur agat nervos ; pulmonis iniqui 
 Fistula nee monitus nee faciat male-fida sinistros ? 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Denique, quicquid id est, quod Res hie Sacra requirit, 
 Fausta ilia, & felix (sitfi o Tua) Dextra, suam cui 
 Debeat h<ec Aurora Diem. Tibi supplicat Ipsa, 
 Ipsa Tibi facit Ara preces. Tu jam Illius audi, 
 Audiet Ilia tuas. Dubium est (modb porrige dextram) 
 Des mag}s, an capias : aude tantum esse beatus, 
 
 Et danum hoc lucrare Tibi. 
 
 Scis Ipse vo/ucres 
 
 Quee Rota vohat opes ; has ergb Me fige perennis 
 Fundamenta Domus Petrensi in Rupe ; sudmfl 
 Fortunae sic deme Rotam. Scis Ipse procaces 
 Divitias quam prona vagos vehat ala per Euros, 
 Divitiis illas, age, deme valuer ibus alas, 
 Facg suus Nostras illh sit nidus ad Aras : 
 Remigii ut tandem pennas melioris adepts, 
 Se rapiant Dominumq; suum super cethera secum. 
 
 Felix o qui sic potuit bene providus uti 
 
 Proverb. 23. 5. Fortunae pennis 5" opum levitate suarum, 
 DevitHsque suis Aquilas sic addidit Alas. 
 
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 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 
 
 EJUSDEM 
 
 In caeterorum Operum difficili 
 
 Parturitione 
 
 GEMirus. 
 
 O Felix nimis Ilia, & nostr<e nobile Nomen 
 Invidia Volucris ! faclli q[u~\*e funere surgens 
 Mater odor a sui nitidae nova fila juventae, 
 Et festinatos peragit sibi fata per ignes. 
 Ilia, baud natales tot tardis mensibus horas 
 Tarn miseris tenuata moris, salutu velut uno 
 In nova sec/a rapit sese, ff caput omne decoras 
 Explicat in frondes, roseog repullulat ortu. 
 Cinnameos simu/ Ilia rogos conscenderit^ omnem 
 Leeta bibit Phoebum, & jam jam viflricibus alis 
 Plaudit humum^ Ciner6sy suos.- 
 
 Heu ! dispare Fato 
 Nos ferimur ; Senior^ suo sub Apolline Phoenix 
 Petrensis Mater, dubias librata per auras 
 Pendet adhuc, quaritti sinum in quo ponat inertes 
 Exuvias, spo/iisfl suae Reparata Senedtae 
 Ore Pari surgat, Simili^ per omnia Vultu. 
 At nunc heu nixu sec/i melioris in ipso 
 Deliquium patitur \ 
 
 At nunc heu Lentae longo in molimine Vitae 
 Inter ea moritur \ Dubio stant Mcenia vultu 
 Parte sui Pulchra, & fratres in faedera Muros 
 Invitant fr[u]stra, nee respondentia Saxis 
 Saxa suis. Mcerent Opera intermissa^ manusq; 
 
 Implorant. 
 
 Succurre Piae, succurre Parenti, 
 
 O Quisquis pius es. Illi succurre Parenti, 
 
 Quam sibi tot santta Matres habuere Parentem. 
 
 Quisquis , S Tibi, crede, Tibi tot hiantia ruptis 
 
 Mcenibus Ora loqui \ Matrem Tibi, crede^ verendam 
 
 Muros tarn longo laceros seniog situque 
 
 Ceu Canos monstrare suos. Succurre roganti. 
 
 Per Tibi Plena olim^ per jam Sibi Sicca precatur 
 
 Ubera, ne desis Senio. Sic longa Juventus 
 
 Te foveaty querulae nunquam cessura Sene&ae. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 On Mr. George Herberts booke intituled the Temple of 
 Sacred Poems, sent to a Gentle-woman. 
 
 KNow you faire on what you looke ; 
 Divinest love lyes in this booke : 
 Expecting fier from your eyes, 
 To kindle this his sacrifice. 
 When your hands untie these strings, 
 Think yo'have an Angell by the wings. 
 One that gladly will be nigh, 
 To waite upon each morning sigh. 
 To flutter in the balmy aire, 
 Of your well-perfumed praier ; 
 These white plumes of his hee'l lend you, 
 Which every day to heaven will send you : 
 To take acquaintance of the spheare^ 
 And all the smooth-fac'd kindred there. 
 And though Herbert's name doe owe 
 These devotions, fairest, know 
 That while I lay them on the shrine 
 Of your white hand, they are mine. 
 
 no
 
 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 
 
 On a treatise of Charity. 
 
 Rise then, immortall maid ! Religion rise ! 
 Put on thy self in thine owne lookes ; t' our eyes 
 Be what thy beauties, not our blots have made thee, 
 Such as (ere our darke sinnes to dust betrayed thee) 
 Heav'n set thee down new drest ; when thy bright birth 
 Shot thee like lightning, to th' astonisht earth. 
 From th' dawn of thy faire eye-lids wipe away, 
 Dull mists, and melancholy clouds ; take day 
 And thine owne beames about thee, bring the best 
 Of what so'ere perfum'd thy Eastern Nest. 
 Girt all thy glories to thee : then sit down, 
 Open thy booke, faire Queen, and take thy crowne. 
 These learned leaves shall vindicate to thee, 
 Thy holiest, humblest, hand-maid Charitie. 
 She'l dresse thee like thy self, set thee on high, 
 Where thou shall reach all hearts, command each eye, 
 Lo where I see thy off 'rings wake, and rise, 
 From the pale dust of that strange sacrifice, 
 Which they themselves were ; each one putting on 
 A majestic that may beseeme thy throne. 
 The Holy youth of Heav'n whose golden rings 
 Girt round thy awfull altars, with bright wings 
 Fanning thy faire locks (which the world beleeves, 
 As much as sees) shall with these sacred leaves 
 Trick their tall plumes, and in that garbe shall go, 
 If not more glorious, more conspicuous tho. 
 
 Be it enacted then 
 
 By the faire lawes of thy firm pointed pen, 
 
 God's services no longer shall put on 
 
 A s/uttisbnesse^ for pure religion : 
 
 No longer shall our Churches frighted stones 
 
 Lie scatter'd like the burnt and martyr'd bones 
 
 Of dead Devotion ; nor faint marbles weep 
 
 In their sad ruines ; nor Religion keep 
 
 A melancholy mansion in those cold 
 
 Urns. Like God's Sanctuaries they look't of old : 
 
 III
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Now seeme they Temples consecrate to 
 
 Or to a new God desolation. 
 
 No more the Hypocrite shall th' upright bee 
 
 Because he's stiffe, and will confesse no knee : 
 
 While others bend their knee, no more shalt thou 
 
 (Disdainefull dust and ashes) bend thy brow ; 
 
 Nor on God's Altar cast two scortcbing eyes 
 
 Bak't in hot scorn, for a burnt sacrifice : 
 
 But (for a Lambi) thy tame and tender heart 
 
 New struck by love, still trembling on his dart ; 
 
 Or (for two Turtle Doves) it shall suffice 
 
 To bring a paire of meek and humble eyes. 
 
 This shall from henceforth be the masculine theme 
 
 Pulpits and pens shall sweat in ; to redeeme 
 
 Vertue to action, that life-feeding flame 
 
 That keepes Religion warme ; not swell a name 
 
 Of faith, a mountaine word^ made up of aire, 
 
 With those deare spoiles that wont to dresse the faire 
 
 And fruitfull Charities full breasts (of old) 
 
 Turning her out to tremble in the cold. 
 
 What can the poore hope from us, when we bee 
 
 Uncharitable ev'n to Charitie*
 
 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 
 
 Fides quas sola justificat, non est sine 
 Spe & Diledione. 
 
 NArn ne tarn sola est. O quis mall censor amarus 
 Tarn sodas negat in mutua sceptra manus ? 
 Deme Fidem ; nee aget, nee erit jam nomen Amoris : 
 
 Et vel erit, vel aget quid sine Amore Fides ? 
 Ergo Amor, I, morere ; / magnas, Puer alme, per umbras : 
 
 Elysiis non tarn numen inane locis. 
 O bene, quod pharetra hoc saltern tua pr&stat & arcus, 
 
 Nt tibi in extremos sit pyra nulla rogos \ 
 O bene, quod tuus has saltern tibi providet ignis, 
 
 In tu aquas possis funera ferre, faces \ 
 Durus es, ah, quisquis tarn dulcia vincula solvis ; 
 
 Qua ligat, & quibus est ipse ligatus Amor. 
 bene junttarum divortia s&va sororum, 
 
 Tarn penitus mixtas quae tenuere manus \ 
 Nam qute (tarn varid) in tarn mutua viscera vivunt ? 
 
 Aut ubi, qua duo sunt, tarn prope sunt eadem ? 
 Alternis sese circum amplefluntur in ulnis : 
 
 Extrdque b 5 supra, subter & intus eunt. 
 Non tarn Nympha tenax, Baccho jam mista marito, 
 
 Abdidit in liquidos mascula vina sinus. 
 Compare jam dempto, saltern sua murmura servat 
 
 Turtur ; & in viduos vivit amara modos. 
 At Fidei sit demptus Amor ; non ilia dolebit, 
 
 Non erit impatient, tsgraque : jam moritur. 
 Palma, marem cut tristis hyems procul abstulit umbram, 
 
 Protinus in viridem procubuit faciem ? 
 Undique circumfert caput, omnibus annuit Euris ; 
 
 Siqua maritalem misceat aura comam : 
 Ah misera, expe5lat longum, lentltmque expirat, 
 
 Et demum totis excutitur foliis. 
 At sine Amore Fides, nee tantum vivere perstat 
 
 Quo did possit vel moritura Fides. 
 Mortua jam nunc est: nisi demum mortua non est 
 
 Corporea h<sc, animd defidente, domus. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Corpore ab hoc Fidel hanc animam si demis Amoris, 
 
 Jam tua sola quidem est, sed male sola Fides. 
 HecJore ab hoc, currus quern jam nunc sent it A chillis, 
 
 Heffora eum speres quern modb sensit herus ? 
 Tristes exuvias, Oetcei frusta furoris, 
 
 (Vanus) in Alcldce nomen & aft a vocas ? 
 Vel satis in monstra heec, plus quam Nemetea, malorum 
 
 Hoc Fidel torvum ^5 triste cadaver erit ? 
 Imtno, Fidem usque suos velut ipse Amor ardet amores } 
 
 Sic in Amore fidem comprobat ipsa Fides. 
 
 ERGO 
 
 Ilia Fides vacua quce sola suberbiet au/a, 
 
 Quam Spes desperet, quam nee amabit Amor ; 
 
 Sola Fides ktec, tarn misere, tarn desolate 
 Sola, (quod ad nos est) sola sit usque licet. 
 
 A sociis quce sola suis, a se quoque sola est. 
 Quce sibi tarn nimia est, sit mihi nulla Fides. 
 
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 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE 
 
 Baptismus non tollit futura peccata. 
 
 QUisquis es ille tener modb quern tua* mater Achilles 
 In Stygis eetherets provida tinxit aquis^ 
 Sanus, sed non securus dimitteris illmc : 
 
 In nova non tutus vulnera vivis adhuc. 
 Mille patent aditus ; & plus quam cake petendus 
 
 Ad nigri metues spicula mille del. 
 Quod si est vera salus, veterem meminisse salutem ; 
 
 Si nempe hoc vert est esse y fuisse plum ; 
 Ilia tibi veteres navis qua vicerat Austros^ 
 
 Si manet in mediis usque superstes aquis ; 
 Ac dum tu miseros in littore visis arnicas, 
 
 Et peccatorum triste sodalitium, 
 Ilia tibi interea tutis trahet otla ve/is^ 
 
 Expeftans donee tu rediisse queas : 
 Quin igitur da vina^ puer ; da vivere vit<e ; 
 
 Mitte suum senibus, mitte supercilium ; 
 Donemus timida;^ $ socii y sua frigora brumes : 
 
 &tern& teneant hie nova regna roste. 
 Ah non tarn tetricos sic eluftabimur Euros ; 
 
 EfFraftam non est sic revocare ratem. 
 
 Has undas aim decet ergo extinguere in undis ; 
 
 Naufragium hoc alia immergere naufragio : 
 Possit ut ille malis oculus modb naufragus undis^ 
 
 yam lacrymis melius naufragus esse suis. 
 
 * Ecclesia. 
 
 FINIS, 
 
 H 2 115
 
 THE 
 
 DELIGHTS 
 
 OF THE p4f 
 
 MUSES. 
 
 OR, 
 
 Other Poems written on 
 
 severall occasions. 
 
 By Richard Crashaw, sometimes of Pembroke 
 Hall, and late Fellow of St. Peters Col- 
 ledge in Cambridge. 
 
 Mart. Die mihi quid melius desidiosus agas. 
 
 LONDON, 
 
 Printed by T.W. for H. Moseley, at 
 
 the Princes Armes in S. ^Pauls 
 
 Church-yard, 1648.
 
 THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES 
 
 Musicks Due!/. 
 
 NOw Westward Sol had spent the richest Beams 
 Of Noons high Glory, when hard by the streams 
 Of Tiber^ on the sceane of a greene plat, 
 Under protection of an Oake ; there sate 
 A sweet Lutes-master : in whose gentle aires 
 He lost the Dayes heat, and his owne hot cares. 
 
 Close in the covert of the leaves there stood 
 A Nightingale, come from the neighbouring wood : 
 (The sweet inhabitant of each glad Tree, 
 Their Muse, their Syrtn, harmlesse Syren she) 
 There stood she listning, and did entertaine 
 The Musicks soft report : and mold the same 
 In her owne murmures, that what ever mood 
 His curious fingers lent, her voyce made good : 
 The man perceiv'd his Rivall, and her Art, 
 Dispos'd to give the light-foot Lady sport 
 Awakes his Lute, and 'gainst the fight to come 
 Informes it, in a sweet Pr<sludium 
 Of closer straines, and ere the warre begin, 
 He lightly skirmishes on every string 
 Charg'd with a flying touch : and streightway she 
 Carves out her dainty voyce as readily, 
 Into a thousand sweet distinguish'd Tones, 
 And reckons up in soft divisions, 
 Quicke volumes of wild Notes j to let him know 
 By that shrill taste, she could do something too. 
 
 His nimble hands instinct then taught each string 
 A capring cheerefullnesse ; and made them sing 
 To their owne dance ; now negligently rash 
 He throwes his Arme, and with a long drawne dash 
 Blends all together ; then distinctly tripps 
 From this to that ; then quicke returning skipps 
 And snatches this again, and pauses there. 
 Shee measures every measure, every where 
 Meets art with art ; sometimes as if in doubt, 
 Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Trayles her plaine Ditty in one long-spun note, 
 
 Through the sleeke passage of her open throat, 
 
 A cleare unwrinckled song ; then doth shee point it 
 
 With tender accents, and severely joynt it 
 
 By short diminutives, that being rear'd 
 
 In controverting warbles evenly shar'd, 
 
 With her sweet selfe shee wrangles. Hee amazed 
 
 That from so small a channell should be rais'd 
 
 The torrent of a voyce, whose melody 
 
 Could melt into such sweet variety, 
 
 Straines higher yet ; that tickled with rare art 
 
 The tatling strings (each breathing in his part) 
 
 Most kindly doe fall out ; the grumbling Base 
 
 In surly groans disdaines the Trebles Grace ; 
 
 The high-perch't treble chirps at this, and chides, 
 
 Untill his finger (Moderatour) hides 
 
 And closes the sweet quarrell, rowsing all 
 
 Hoarce, shrill, at once ; as when the Trumpets call 
 
 Hot Mars to th'Harvest of Deaths field, and woo 
 
 Mens hearts into their hands : this lesson too 
 
 Shee gives him back ; her supple Brest thrills out 
 
 Sharpe Aires, and staggers in a warbling doubt 
 
 Of dallying sweetnesse, hovers o're her skill, 
 
 And folds in wav'd notes with a trembling bill 
 
 The plyant Series of her slippery song ; 
 
 Then starts shee suddenly into a Throng 
 
 Of short thicke sobs, whose thundring volleyes float, 
 
 And roule themselves over her lubrick throat 
 
 In panting murmurs, still'd out of her Breast, 
 
 That ever-bubling spring ; the sugred Nest 
 
 Of her delicious soule, that there does lye 
 
 Bathing in streames of liquid Melodic ; 
 
 Musicks best seed-plot, where in ripen'd Aires 
 
 A Golden-headed Harvest fairely reares 
 
 His Honey-dropping tops, plow'd by her breath 
 
 Which there reciprocally laboureth 
 
 In that sweet soyle, it seemes a holy quire 
 
 Founded to th' Name of great Apollo's lyre, 
 
 Whose silver-roofe rings with the sprightly notes 
 
 Of sweet-lipp'd Angell-Imps, that swill their throats 
 
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 THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES 
 
 In creame of Morning Helicon, and then 
 Preferre soft-Anthems to the Eares of men, 
 To woo them from their Beds, still murmuring 
 That men can sleepe while they their Mattens sing : 
 (Most divine service) whose so early lay, 
 Prevents the Eye lidds of the blushing day ! 
 There you might heare her kindle her soft voyce, 
 In the close murmur of a sparkling noyse, 
 And lay the ground-worke of her hopefull song, 
 Still keeping in the forward streame, so long 
 Till a sweet whirle-wind (striving to get out) 
 Heaves her soft Bosome, wanders round about, 
 And makes a pretty Earthquake in her Breast, 
 Till the fledg'd Notes at length forsake their Nest, 
 Fluttering in wanton shoales, and to the Sky 
 Wing'd with their owne wild Eccho's pratling fly. 
 Shee opes the floodgate, and lets loose a Tide 
 Of streaming sweetnesse, which in state doth ride 
 On the wav'd backe of every swelling straine, 
 Rising and falling in a pompous traine. 
 And while she thus discharges a shrill peale 
 Of flashing Aires ; she qualifies their zeale 
 With the coole Epode of a graver Noat, 
 Thus high, thus low, as if her silver throat 
 Would reach the brasen voyce of war's hoarce Bird ; 
 Her little soule is ravisht : and so pour'd 
 Into loose extasies, that shee is plac't 
 Above her selfe, Musicks Enthusiast. 
 
 Shame now and anger mixt a double staine 
 In the Musitians face ; yet once againe 
 (Mistresse) I come ; now reach a straine my Lute 
 Above her mocke, or be for ever mute. 
 Or tune a song of victory to me, 
 Or to thy selfe, sing thine owne Obsequie ; 
 So said, his hands sprightly as fire he flings, 
 And with a quavering coynesse tasts the strings. 
 The sweet-lip't sisters musically frighted, 
 Singing their feares are fearefully delighted. 
 Trembling as when Appollo's golden haires 
 Are fan'd and frizled, in the wanton ayres 
 
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 Of his own breath : which marryed to his lyre 
 
 Doth tune the Spb<eares, and make Heavens selfe looke higher 
 
 From this to that, from that to this he flyes 
 
 Feeles Musicks pulse in all her Arteryes, 
 
 Caught in a net which there Apollo spreads, 
 
 His fingers struggle with the vocall threads, 
 
 Following those little rills, he sinkes into 
 
 A Sea of Helicon j his hand does goe 
 
 Those parts of sweetnesse which with Neflar drop, 
 
 Softer then that which pants in Hebe's cup. 
 
 The humourous strings expound his learned touch, 
 
 By various Glosses ; now they seeme to grutch, 
 
 And murmur in a buzzing dinne, then gingle 
 
 In shrill tongu'd accents : striving to be single. 
 
 Every smooth turne, every delicious stroake 
 
 Gives life to some new Grace ; thus doth h'invoke 
 
 Sweetnesse by all her Names ; thus, bravely thus 
 
 (Fraught with a fury so harmonious) 
 
 The Lutes light Genius now does proudly rise, 
 
 Heav'd on the surges of swolne Rapsodyes. 
 
 Whose flourish (Meteor-like) doth curie the aire 
 
 With flash of high-borne fancyes : here and there 
 
 Dancing in lofty measures, and anon 
 
 Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone : 
 
 Whose trembling murmurs melting in wild aires 
 
 Runs to and fro, complaining his sweet cares 
 
 Because those pretious mysteryes that dwell, 
 
 In musick's ravish't soule he dares not tell, 
 
 But whisper to the world : thus doe they vary 
 
 Each string his Note, as if they meant to carry 
 
 Their Masters blest soule (snatcht out at his Eares 
 
 By a strong Extasy) through all the sphaeares 
 
 Of Musicks heaven ; and seat it there on high 
 
 In th' Empyreeum of pure Harmony. 
 
 At length (after so long, so loud a strife 
 
 Of all the strings, still breathing the best life 
 
 Of blest variety attending on 
 
 His fingers fairest revolution 
 
 In many a sweet rise ; many as sweet a fall) 
 
 A full-mouth Diapason swallowes all. 
 
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 This done, he lists what she would say to this, 
 And she although her Breath's late exercise 
 Had dealt too roughly with her tender throate, 
 Yet summons all her sweet powers for a Noate 
 Alas ! in vaine ! for while (sweet soule) she tryes 
 To measure all those wild diversities 
 Of chatt'ring strings, by the small size of one 
 Poore simple voyce, rais'd in a natural! Tone ; 
 She failes, and foiling grieves ; and grieving dyes. 
 She dyes : and leaves her life the Vi&ors prise, 
 Falling upon his Lute ; 6 fit to have 
 (That liv'd so sweetly) dead, so sweet a Grave ! 
 
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 Ad Reginam. 
 
 T ^ T verb jam tempus erat tibi, maxima Mater, 
 iJ Dulcibus his oculis accelerare diem : 
 'Tempus erat, ne qua tlb'i basia blanda vacarent ; 
 
 Sarcina ne collo sit minus apta tuo. 
 Scilicet ille tuus, timor & spes ille suorum, 
 
 Quo primum es fcelix pignore facia parens, 
 Ille ferox iras jam nunc meditatur ff enses ; 
 
 Jam patris magis est, jam magis ille suus. 
 Indolis O stimulos ! Fix dum illi transiit infans ; 
 
 Jamque sibi impatiens arripit ille virum. 
 Improbus ille suis adeo negat ire sub annis : 
 
 Jam nondum puer est, major 3" est puero. 
 Si quis in auleeis piftas animatus in iras 
 
 Stat leo, quern doftd cuspide lusit acus, 
 Hostis (io\) est ; nea enim ille alium dignabitur hostem' y 
 
 Nempe decet tantas non minor ira manus. 
 Tune hastd gravis adversum furit ; hasta bacillum est : 
 
 Max fa/sum vero vulnere peftus hiat. 
 Stat leo, ceu stupeat tali bene fixus ab hoste ; 
 
 Ceu quid in his oculh vel timeat vel amet y 
 Tarn torvum, tarn duke micant : nescire fatetur 
 
 Mars ne sub his oculis esset, an esset Amor. 
 Quippe illic Mars est, sed qui bene possit amari ; 
 
 Est & Amor certe, sed metuendus Amor : 
 Talis Amor, talis Mars est ibi cernere ; qua/is 
 
 Seu puer hie esset, sive vir ille deus. 
 Hie tibi jam scitus succedit in oscula fratris, 
 
 Res (ecce !) in lusus ntn operosa tuos. 
 Basia jam veniant tua quantacunque caterva ; 
 
 Jam quocunque tuus murmure ludat amor, 
 En \ Tibi materies tenera & trattabilh hie est : 
 
 Hie ad blanditias est tibi cera satis. 
 Salve infans, tot basiolis, molle argumentum, 
 
 Maternis labiis duke negotiolum, 
 salve ! Nam te nato, puer auree, natus 
 
 Et Carolo & Mariae tertius est oculus. 
 
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 F 
 
 Out of Martiall. 
 
 Oure Teeth thou had'st that ranck'd in goodly state 
 
 Kept thy Mouthes Gate. 
 
 The first blast of thy cough left two alone, 
 
 The second, none. 
 
 This last cough Mlla^ cought out all thy feare, 
 Th'hast left the third cough now no businesse here. 
 
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 Out of Virgil, 
 In the praise of the Spring. 
 
 ALL Trees, all leavy Groves confesse the Spring 
 Their gentle friend, then, then the lands begin 
 To swell with forward pride, and seed desire 
 To generation ; Heavens Almighty Sire 
 Melts on the Bosome of his Love, and powres 
 Himselfe into her lap in fruitfull showers. 
 And by a soft insinuation, mixt 
 With earths large Masse, doth cherish and assist 
 Her weake conceptions ; No lone shade, but rings 
 With chatting Birds delicious murmurings. 
 Then Penus mild instinct (at set times) yields 
 The Herds to kindly meetings, then the fields 
 (Quick with warme Zephyres lively breath) lay forth 
 Their pregnant Bosomes in a fragrant Birth. 
 Each body's plump and jucy, all things full 
 Of supple moisture : no coy twig but will 
 Trust his beloved bosome to the Sun 
 (Growne lusty now ;) No Vine so weake and young 
 That feares the foule-mouth'd Auster or those stormes 
 That the Southwest-wind hurries in his Armes, 
 But hasts her forward Blossomes, and layes out 
 Freely layes out her leaves : Nor doe I doubt 
 But when the world first out of Chaos sprang 
 So smil'd the Dayes, and so the tenor ran 
 Of their felicity. A spring was there, 
 An everlasting spring, the jolly yeare 
 Led round in his great circle ; No winds Breath 
 As then did smell of Winter, or of Death. 
 When Lifes sweet Light first shone on Beasts, and when 
 From their hard Mother Earth, sprang hardy men, 
 When Beasts tooke up their lodging in the Wood, 
 Starres in their higher Chambers : never cou'd 
 The tender growth of things endure the sence 
 Of such a change, but that the Heav'ns Indulgence 
 Kindly supplyes sick Nature, and doth mold 
 A sweetly temper'd meane, nor hot, nor cold. 
 
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 I 
 
 With a Picture sent to a Friend. 
 Paint so ill my peece had need to be 
 
 Painted againe by some good Poesie. 
 I write so ill, my slender Line is scarce 
 
 So much as th' Picture of a well-lim'd verse : 
 Yet may the love I send be true, though I 
 
 Send nor true Picture, nor true Poesie. 
 Both which away, I should not need to feare, 
 
 My Love, or Feign'd or painted should appeare. 
 
 The beginning of Helidorus. 
 
 r I ^He smiling Morne had newly wak't the Day, 
 
 _L And tipt the Mountaines with a tender ray : 
 When on a hill (whose high Imperious brow 
 Lookes downe, and sees the humble Nile below 
 Licke his proud feet, and haste into the seas 
 Through the great mouth that's nam'd from Hercules) 
 A band of men, rough as the Armes they wore 
 Look't round, first to the sea, then to the shore. 
 The shore that shewed them what the sea deny'd, 
 Hope of a prey. There to the maine land ty'd 
 A ship they saw, no men she had ; yet prest 
 Appear'd with other lading, for her brest 
 Deep in the groaning waters wallowed 
 Up to the third Ring ; o're the shore was spread 
 Death's purple triumph, on the blushing ground 
 Lifes late forsaken houses all lay drown'd 
 In their owne bloods deare deluge, some new dead, 
 Some panting in their yet warme ruines bled : 
 While their affrighted soules, now wing'd for flight 
 Lent them the last flash of her glimmering light. 
 Those yet fresh streames which crawled every where 
 Shew'd that sterne warre had newly bath'd him there. 
 Nor did the face of this disaster show 
 Markes of a fight alone, but feasting too, 
 A miserable and a monstruous feast, 
 Where hungry warre had made himself a Guest : 
 And comming late had eat up Guests and all, 
 Who prov'd the feast to their owne funerall, &c. 
 
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 Out of the Greeke 
 Cupid's Cryer. 
 
 Ove is lost, nor can his Mother 
 Her little fugitive discover : 
 
 She seekes, she sighes, but no where spyes him ; 
 Love is lost ; and thus shee cryes him. 
 
 O yes ! if any happy eye, 
 This roaving wanton shall descry ; 
 Let the finder surely know 
 Mine is the wagge ; Tis I that owe 
 The winged wand'rer ; and that none 
 May thinke his labour vainely gone, 
 The glad descryer shall not misse, 
 To tast the Netfar of a kisse 
 From Venus lipps ; But as for him 
 That brings him to me, he shall swim 
 In riper joyes : more shall be his 
 (Venus assures him) than a kisse. 
 But lest your eye discerning slide, 
 These markes may be your judgements guide ; 
 His skin as with a fiery blushing 
 High-colour'd is ; His eyes still flushing 
 With nimble flames, and though his mind 
 Be ne're so curst, his Tongue is kind : 
 For never were his words in ought 
 Found the pure issue of his thought. 
 The working Bees soft melting Gold, 
 That which their waxen Mines enfold, 
 Flow not so sweet as doe the Tones 
 Of his tun'd accents ; but if once 
 His anger kindle, presently 
 It boyles out into cruelty, 
 And fraud : He makes poor mortalls hurts 
 The objects of his cruell sports. 
 With dainty curies his froward face 
 Is crown'd about ; But 6 what place, 
 What farthest nooke of lowest Hel! 
 Feeles not the strength, the reaching spell 
 
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 Of his small hand ? Yet not so small 
 
 As 'tis powerfull therewithal!. 
 
 Though bare his skin, his mind he covers, 
 
 And like a saucy Bird he hovers 
 
 With wanton wing, now here, now there, 
 
 'Bout men and women, nor will spare 
 
 Till at length he perching rest, 
 
 In the closet of their brest. 
 
 His weapon is a little Bow, 
 
 Yet such a one as ('Jove knows how) 
 
 Ne're suffred, yet his little Arrow, 
 
 Of Heavens high'st Archies to fall narrow. 
 
 The Gold that on his Quiver smiles, 
 
 Deceives mens feares with flattering wiles. 
 
 But 6 (too well my wounds can tell) 
 
 With bitter shaft's 'tis sauc't too well. 
 
 He is all cruell, cruell all j 
 
 His Torch Imperious though but small 
 
 Makes the Sunne (of flames the fire) 
 
 Worse then Sun-burnt in his fire. 
 
 Wheresoe're you chance to find him 
 
 Cea[z]e him, bring him, (but first bind him) 
 
 Pitty not him, but feare thy selfe 
 
 Though thou see the crafty Elfe, 
 
 Tell down his Silver-drops unto thee, 
 
 They'r counterfeit, and will undoe thee. 
 
 With baited smiles if he display 
 
 His fawning cheeks, looke not that way. 
 
 If he offer sugred kisses, 
 
 Start, and say, The Serpent hisses. 
 
 Draw him, drag him, though he pray 
 
 Wooe, intreat, and crying say 
 
 Prethee, sweet now let me go, 
 
 Here's my Quiver Shafts and Bow, 
 
 I'le give thee all, take all, take heed 
 
 Lest his kindnesse make thee bleed. 
 
 What e're it be Love offers, still presume 
 
 That though it shines, 'tis fire and will consume. 
 
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 On Nanus mounted upon an Ant. 
 
 T T Igh mounted on an Ant Nanus the tall 
 J~jL Was thrown alas, and got a deadly fall. 
 Under th'unruly Beasts proud feet he lies 
 All torne ; with much adoe yet e're he dyes, 
 Hee straines these words ; Base Envy, doe, laugh on. 
 Thus did I fall, and thus fell Phaethon. 
 
 Upon Venus putting on Mars bis Armes. 
 
 WHat ? Mars his sword ? faire Cytherea say, 
 Why art thou arm'd so desperately to day ? 
 Mars thou hast beaten naked, and 6 then 
 
 What need'st thou put on arms against poore men ? 
 
 Upon the same. 
 
 Pdllas saw Venus arm'd, and streight she cry'd, 
 Come if thou dar'st, thus, thus let us be try'd. 
 Why foole ! saies Venus, thus provok'st thou mee, 
 That being nak't, thou know'st could conquer thee ? 
 
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 In Se[ren]issimae Reginae pa[rt]um hyemalem. 
 
 SErta, puer : (guts nunc fores non pr&beat hortus ? ) 
 Texe mihi fac'ili polllce serta, puer. 
 Quid tu nescio quos narras mih'i, stulte^ Decembres ? 
 
 Quid mihi cum nivibus? da mihi serta, puer. 
 Nix ? & hye ms ? non est nostras quid tale per oras ; 
 
 Non est : vel si sit^ non tamen esse potest. 
 Ver agitur: queecunque trucem dat larva Decembrem, 
 
 Quid fera cunfa fremant frigora, ver agitur. 
 Nonne vides quali se palmite regia vitis 
 
 Prodit^ & in sacris qua sedet uva jugis ? 
 Tarn latis qua bruma solet ridere racemis ? 
 
 Quas hyemis pingit purpura tanta genas? 
 O Maria \ O divum soboles, genitrixque Deorum \ 
 
 Siccine nostra tuus tempora ludus erunt ? 
 Siccine tu cum vere tuo nihil horrida brumes 
 
 Sydera^ nil madidos sola morare notos ? 
 Siccine sub media poterunt tua surgere bruma, 
 
 Atque suas solum lil'ia nosse nives ? 
 Ergo vel invitis nivibus^ frendentibus Austris, 
 
 Nostra novis poterunt regna tumere rosis ? 
 O bona turbatrix anni, qua limite noto 
 
 Tempora sub signis non sinis ire suis ! 
 O pia preedatrix hyemis^ qua tristia mundi 
 
 Murmura tarn dulci sub ditione tenes \ 
 Perge precor nostris vim pulchram ferre Calendis: 
 
 Perge precor menses sic numerare tuos. 
 Perge intempestiva at fa importuna videri ; 
 
 Inh uteri titulos sic rape cunEta tui. 
 Sit nobiS) sit s&pe hyemes sic cernere nostras 
 
 Exhtsredatas Jloribus ire tuis. 
 S&pe sit has vernas hyemes Maiosfa Decembres^ 
 
 Has per te roseas seepe videre nives. 
 Altera gens varium per sydera computet annum^ 
 
 Ath suos ducant per vaga signa dies. 
 Nos aeceat nimiis tantum permittere nimbis ? 
 
 Tempora tarn tetricas ferre Britanna vices ? 
 Quin nostrum tibi nos omnem donabimus annum: 
 
 In partus omnem expende, Maria, tuos. 
 
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 Sit tuus ille uterus nostri bonus arbiter anni: 
 
 Tempus & in titulos transeat omne tuos. 
 Nam qu<s alia indueret tarn dulc'ia nomina mensis 
 
 Aut qua tarn posset candidus ire toga ? 
 Hanc laurum jfanus sibi vertice vellet utroJi, 
 
 Hanc sibi vel tota Chloride Maius emet. 
 Tota suam (vere expuho) respublica florum 
 
 Reginam cuperent te^ sobolemve tuam. 
 bona sors anni, cum cuntti ex ordine menses 
 
 Hie mihi Carolides, hie Marianus erit \ 
 
 Epitaphium in Dominum Herrisium. 
 
 SIste te paulum (viator) ubi longum sisti 
 Necesse erit, hue tempe properare te scias 
 
 quocunque proper as. 
 Moree pr<stium erit 
 Et Lacrinue, 
 Si jacere hie scias 
 Gulielmum 
 
 Splendidts Herrisiorum families 
 Splendorem maximum : 
 Quern cum talem vixisse intellexeris, 
 Et vixisse tantum ; 
 Discos licet 
 In quantas spes possit 
 dssurgere mortalitas, 
 De quantis cadere. 
 
 x-> (Infantem. Essexia 1 .,. 
 
 Quern \<~ J . , . } vidit 
 
 {Juvenem, Lantabngia) 
 
 Senem, ah infcelix utrag^ 
 Quod non vidit. 
 
 Collegii Christ i Alumnus, 
 AuLs Pembrokiants socius, 
 Utrifo ingens amoris certamen fuit. 
 
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 Donee 
 
 Dulciss. Lites eluslt Deus, 
 Eumque coelestis Collegii 
 Cujus semper Alumnus fuit 
 
 socium fecit j 
 Qui 3" ipse Collegium fuit, 
 
 In quo 
 
 MUS& omnes & gratiee, 
 Nullibi magis sorores, 
 Sub pr<ecide rellgione 
 In tenacissimum sodalitium coaluere. 
 
 Quern - 
 
 Qui 
 
 Poetam \ 
 
 Oratorem . 
 
 m / ^7 r Agnoverc. 
 
 Philosophum j 
 
 Omnes 
 Mundum \ 
 
 Caelum , 
 
 D . > superavit. 
 
 Proximum r 
 
 Seipsum ) 
 
 ' Orator i<e 
 Poetica 
 Utraque 
 Christianum 
 'Fide 
 Spe 
 
 Charitate 
 Humilitate 
 
 Cujus 
 
 Sub verna fronte senilis animus, 
 Sub morum [facilitate, [s~\everitas virtutis ; 
 Sub plurima indole, pauci anni ; 
 Sub majore modestia, maxima indoles. 
 adeo se occuluerunt 
 
 ut vitam ejus 
 Pulchram dixeris $5f pudicam dissimulationem : 
 
 Imo vero & morte, 
 Ecce en'im in ipso funere 
 Dissimulari se passus est, 
 Sub tantillo marmore tantum kospitem, 
 Eo nimerum majore monumento 
 
 quo minore tumulo. 
 Eo ipso die sccubuit quo Ecclesia 
 Anglica nee ad vesperas legit, 
 Raptus est ne militia mutaret Intelleflum ejus ; 
 Scilicet, Id. Qftobrh, Anno. Sal, 1631. 
 
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 In Picturam Reverendissimi Episcopi, D. Andrews. 
 
 H&c charta monstrat, Fama quern monstrat magis, 
 Sed $ff ipsa quern dum fama quern non monstrat satis, 
 ///<?, ille solus totam implevit Tubam, 
 Tot ora solus domult & famam quoque 
 Fecit modestam : mentis igne<e pater 
 Aglli^ radio Lucis <xternts vigil, 
 Per alta rerum pondera indomito Vagus 
 Cucurrit Ammo, Quippe naturam ferox 
 Exhausit ipsam, mille Foetus artibus, 
 Et mille Linguis ipse se ingentes procul 
 Variavit omnes, faitfa tot'i simul 
 Cognatus orbi: sic sacrum &f solidum jubar 
 Saturumh coelo peffus ad patrios Libens 
 Porrexit ignes: hoc eum (Lector) vides 
 Hac (ecce) charta: O utinam & audires 
 
 Upon Bishop Andrews Pifture before his Sermons. 
 
 THis reverend shadow cast that setting Sun, 
 Whose glorious course through our Horrizon run, 
 Left the dimme face of this du[l]l Hemisphaeare, 
 All one great eye, all drown'd in one great Teare. 
 Whose faire illustrious soule, led his free thought 
 Through Learnings Universe, and (vainly) sought 
 Room for her spatious selfe, untill at length 
 Shee found the way home, with an holy strength 
 Snatch't her self hence to Heaven : filFd a bright place, 
 'Mongst those immortall fires, and on the face 
 Of her great Maker fixt her flaming eye, 
 There still to read true pure divinity. 
 And now that grave aspecl: hath deign'd to shrinke 
 Into this lesse appearance ; If you thinke, 
 'Tis but a dead face, art doth here bequeath : 
 Looke on the following leaves, and see him breath. 
 
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 Upon the Death of a Gentleman. 
 
 FAithlesse and fond Mortality ! 
 Who will ever credit thee ? 
 Fond and faithlesse thing ! that thus, 
 In our best hopes beguilest us. 
 What a reckoning hast thou made, 
 Of the hopes in him we laid ? 
 For Life by volumes lengthened, 
 A Line or two, to speake him dead. 
 For the Laurell in his verse, 
 The sullen Cypresse o're his Herse. 
 For a silver-crowned Head, 
 A durty pillow in Death's Bed. 
 For so deare, so deep a trust, 
 Sad requitall, thus much dust ! 
 Now though the blow that snatch him hence, 
 Stopt the Mouth of Eloquence, 
 Though shee be dumbe e're since his Death, 
 Not us'd to speake but in his Breath, 
 Yet if at least shee not denyes, 
 The sad language of our eyes, 
 Wee are contented: for then this 
 Language none more fluent is. 
 Nothing speakes our Griefe so well 
 As to speak Nothing. Come then tell 
 Thy mind in Teares who e're Thou be, 
 That ow'st a Name to misery. 
 Eyes are vocall, Teares have Tongues, 
 And there be words not made with lungs ; 
 Sententious showers, 6 let them fall, 
 Their cadence is Rhetoricall. 
 Here's a Theame will drinke th'expence, 
 Of all thy watry Eloquence. 
 Weepe then, onely be exprest 
 Thus much, Heis Dead^ and weep the rest. 
 
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 Upon the Death of Mr. Herrys. 
 
 A Plant of noble stemme, forward and faire, 
 As ever whisper'd to the Morning Aire, 
 Thriv'd in these happy Grounds, the Earth's just pride, 
 Whose rising Glories made such haste to hide 
 His head in Cloudes, as if in him alone 
 Impatient Nature had taught motion 
 To start from time, and cheerfully to fly 
 Before, and seize upon Maturity. 
 Thus grew this gratious plant, in whose sweet shade, 
 The Sunne himselfe oft wisht to sit, and made 
 The Morning Muses perch like Birds, and sing 
 Among his Branches : yea, and vow'd to bring 
 His owne delicious Phoenix from the blest 
 Arabia, there to build her Virgin nest, 
 To hatch her selfe in ; 'mongst his leaves the Day 
 Fresh from the Rosie East rejoyc't to play. 
 To them shee gave the first and fairest Beame 
 That waited on her Birth: she gave to them 
 The purest Pearles, that wept her evening Death. 
 The balmy Zepbirus got so sweet a Breath 
 By often kissing them, and now begun 
 Glad Time to ripen expectation. 
 The timorous Maiden-Blossomes on each Bough, 
 Peept forth from their first blushes : so that now 
 A Thousand ruddy hopes smil'd in each Bud, 
 And flatter'd every greedy eye that stood 
 Fixt in Delight, as if already there 
 Those rare fruits dangled, whence the Golden Yeare 
 His crowne expected, when (6 Fate, 6 Time 
 That seldome lett'st a blushing youthfull Prime 
 Hide his hot Beames in shade of silver Age ; 
 So rare is hoary vertue) the dire rage 
 Of a mad storme these bloomy joyes all tore, 
 Ravisht the Maiden Blossoms, and downe bore 
 The trunke. Yet in this Ground his pretious Root 
 Still lives, which when weake Time shall be pour'd out 
 
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 Into Eternity, and circular joyes 
 
 Dance in an endlesse round, again shall rise 
 
 The faire son of an ever-youthfull Spring, 
 
 To be a shade for Angels while they sing, 
 
 Meane while who e're thou art that passest here, 
 
 O doe thou water it with one kind Teare. 
 
 In Eundem Scazon. 
 
 HUc bospes^ ocu/oi flette, sed lacrimis ccecos^ 
 Legit opt'ime ktec, Quern legere non sinit flettus. 
 Ars nuper ff natura, forma , virtus fa 
 Mmulatione fervidce, pads cunt ur 
 Probare in uno juvene quid queant omnes^ 
 Fuere t antes terra nuper fuit litl 
 Ergo hie ab ipso Judicem manent ccelo.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Upon the Death of the most desired Mr. Herrys. 
 
 D 
 
 I Each, what dost? 6 hold thy Blow, 
 What thou dost, thou dost not know. 
 Death thou must not here be cruell, 
 This is Natures choycest Jewell. 
 This is hee in whose rare frame, 
 Nature labour'd for a Name, 
 And meant to leave his pretious feature, 
 The patterne of a perfect Creature. 
 Joy of Goodnesse, Love of Art, 
 Vertue weares him next her heart. 
 Him the Muses love to follow, 
 Him they call their \\ct-Apollo. 
 Apollo golden though thou bee, 
 Th'art not fairer then is hee. 
 Nor more lovely lift'st thy head, 
 Blushing from thine Easterne Bed. 
 The Glories of thy Youth ne're knew, 
 Brighter hopes then he can shew. 
 Why then should it e're be seen, 
 That his should fade, while thine is Green ? 
 And wilt Thou, (6 cruell boast !) 
 Put poore Nature to such cost ? 
 O 'twill undoe our common Mother, 
 To be at charge of such another. 
 What ? thinke we to no other end, 
 Gracious Heavens do use to send 
 Earth her best perfection, 
 But to vanish and be gone ? 
 Therefore onely give to day, 
 To morrow to be snatcht away ? 
 I've seen indeed the hopefull bud, 
 Of a ruddy Rose that stood 
 Blushing, to behold the Ray 
 Of the new-saluted Day ; 
 (His tender toppe not fully spread) 
 The sweet dash of a shower now shead, 
 
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 Invited him no more to hide 
 
 Within himselfe the purple pride 
 
 Of his forward flower, when lo 
 
 While he sweetly 'gan to show 
 
 His swelling Gloryes, duster spide him, 
 
 Cruell duster thither hy'd him, 
 
 And with the rush of one rude blast, 
 
 Sham'd not spitefully to wast 
 
 All his leaves, so fresh, so sweet, 
 
 And lay them trembling at his feet. 
 
 I've seen the Mornings lovely Ray, 
 
 Hover o're the new-borne Day, 
 
 With rosie wings so richly Bright, 
 
 As if he scorn'd to thinke of Night ; 
 
 When a ruddy storme whose scoule 
 
 Made Heavens radiant face looke foule, 
 
 CalPd for an untimely Night, 
 
 To blot the newly blossom'd Light. 
 
 But were the Roses blush so rare, 
 
 Were the Mornings smile so faire 
 
 As is he, nor cloud, nor wind 
 
 But would be courteous, would be kind. 
 
 Spare him Death, 6 spare him then, 
 Spare the sweetest among men. 
 Let not pitty with her Teares, 
 Keepe such distance from thine Eares. 
 But 6 thou wilt not, canst not spare, 
 Haste hath never time to heare. 
 Therefore if he needs must go, 
 And the Fates will have it so, 
 Softly may he be possest, 
 Of his monumental! rest. 
 Safe, thou darke home of the dead, 
 Safe 6 hide his loved head. 
 For Pitties sake 6 hide him quite, 
 From his Mother Natures sight : 
 Lest for Griefe his losse may move 
 All her Births abortive prove.
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Another. 
 
 F ever Pitty were acquainted 
 With sterne Death, if e're he fainted, 
 Or forgot the cruell vigour 
 Of an Adamantine rigour, 
 Here, 6 here we should have knowne it, 
 Here or no where hee'd have showne it. 
 For hee whose pretious memory, 
 Bathes in Teares of every eye : 
 Hee to whom our sorrow brings, 
 All the streames of all her springs: 
 Was so rich in Grace and Nature, 
 In all the gifts that blesse a Creature ; 
 The fresh hopes of his lovely Youth, 
 Flourisht in so faire a growth ; 
 So sweet the Temple was, that shrin'd 
 The Sacred sweetnesse of his mind j 
 That could the Fates know to relent, 
 Could they know what mercy meant ; 
 Or had ever learnt to beare, 
 The soft tincture of a Teare: 
 Teares would now have flow'd so deepe, 
 As might have taught Griefe how to weepe. 
 Now all their steely operation, 
 Would quite have lost the cruell fashion. 
 Sicknesse would have gladly been, 
 Sick himselfe to have sav'd him : 
 And his Feaver wish'd to prove, 
 Burning onely in his Love. 
 Him when wrath it selfe had seen, 
 Wrath its selfe had lost his spleen. 
 Grim Destruction here amaz'd, 
 In stead of striking would have gaz'd. 
 Even the Iron-pointed pen, 
 That notes the Tragick Doomes of men 
 Wet with teares still'd from the eyes, 
 Of the flinty Destinies ; 
 
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 Would have learn't a softer style, 
 
 And have been asham'd to spoyle 
 
 His lives sweet story, by the hast, 
 
 Of a cruell stop ill plac't. 
 
 In the darke volume of our fate, 
 
 Whence each leafe of Life hath date, 
 
 Where in sad particulars, 
 
 The totall summe of Man appeares. 
 
 And the short clause of mortall Breath, 
 
 Bound in the period of Death, 
 
 In all the Booke if any where 
 
 Such a tearme as this, spare here 
 
 Could have been found 'twould have been read, 
 
 Writ in white Letters o're his head : 
 
 Or close unto his name annext, 
 
 The faire glosse of a fairer Text. 
 
 In briefe, if any one were free, 
 
 Hee was that one, and onely he. 
 
 But he, alas ! even hee is dead, 
 And our hopes faire harvest spread 
 In the dust. Pitty now spend 
 All the teares that griefe can lend. 
 Sad mortality may hide ; 
 In his ashes all her pride ; 
 With this inscription o're his head 
 
 All hope of never dying, here lyes dead. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 His Epitaph. 
 
 PAssenger who e're thou art, 
 Stay a while, and let thy Heart 
 Take acquaintance of this stone, 
 Before thou passest further on. 
 This stone will tell thee that beneath, 
 Is entomb'd the Crime of Death ; 
 The ripe endowments of whose mind 
 Left his Yeares so much behind, 
 That numbring of his vertues praise, 
 Death lost the reckoning of his Dayes ; 
 And believing what they told, 
 Imagin'd him exceeding old. 
 In him perfection did set forth 
 The strength of her united worth. 
 Him his wisdom es pregnant growth 
 Made so reverend, even in Youth, 
 That in the Center of his brest 
 (Sweet as is the Phaenix nest) 
 Every reconciled Grace 
 Had their Generall meeting place. 
 In him Goodnesse joy'd to see 
 Learning learne Humility. 
 The splendor of his Birth and Blood 
 Was but the glosse of his owne Good. 
 The flourish of his sober Youth 
 Was the Pride of Naked Truth. 
 In composure of his face, 
 Liv'd a faire, but manly Grace. 
 His mouth was Rhetoricks best mold, 
 His tongue the Touchstone of her Gold. 
 What word so e're his Breath kept warme, 
 Was no word now but a charme : 
 For all persuasive Graces thence 
 Suck't their sweetest Influence. 
 His vertue that within had root, 
 Could not chuse but shine without. 
 And th'heart-bred lustre of his worth, 
 At each corner peeping forth, 
 
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 Pointed him out in all his wayes, 
 Circled round in his owne Rayes : 
 That to his sweetnesse, all mens eyes 
 Were vow'd Loves flaming Sacrifice. 
 
 Him while fresh and fragrant Time 
 Cherisht in his Golden Prime ; 
 E're Hebe's hand had overlaid 
 His smooth cheekes with a downy shade ; 
 The rush of Death's unruly wave, 
 Swept him off into his Grave. 
 
 Enough, now (if thou canst) passe on, 
 For now (alas) not in this stone 
 (Passenger who e're thou art) 
 Is he entomb'd, but in thy Heart. 
 
 An Epitaph. 
 
 Upon DoRor Brooke. 
 
 A Brooke whose streame so great, so good, 
 Was lov'd, was honour'd, as a flood : 
 Whose Bankes the Muses dwelt upon, 
 More than their owne Helicon ; 
 Here at length, hath gladly found 
 A quiet passage under ground ; 
 Meane while his loved bankes now dry, 
 The Muses with their teares supply. 
 
 Upon Ford's two Tragedies. 
 Loves Sacrifice, 
 
 and 
 The Broken Heart. 
 
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 Hou cheat'st us Ford, mak'st one seeme two by Art. 
 What is Loves Sacrifice, but The broken Heart. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 On a foule Morning, being then to take a journey. 
 
 WHere art thou Sol, while thus the blind fold Day 
 Staggers out of the East, loses her way 
 Stumbling on night ? Rouze thee Illustrious Youth, 
 And let no dull mists choake the Lights faire growth. 
 Point here thy beames ; 6 glance on yonder flocks, 
 And make their fleeces Golden as thy locks. 
 Unfold thy faire front, and there shall appeare 
 Full glory, flaming in her owne free spheare. 
 Gladnesse shall cloath the Earth, we will instile 
 The face of things, an universall smile. 
 Say to the Sullen Morne, thou com'st to court her ; 
 And wilt command proud Zephirus to sport her 
 With wanton gales : his balmy breath shall licke 
 The tender drops which tremble on her cheeke ; 
 Which rarified, and in a gentle raine 
 On those delicious bankes distill'd againe, 
 Shall rise in a sweet Harvest, which cnscloses 
 To every blushing Bed of new-borne Roses. 
 Hee'l fan her bright locks, teaching them to flow, 
 And friske in curl'd Meanders ; Hee will throw 
 A fragrant Breath suckt from the spicy nest 
 O'th' pretious Phoenix, warme upon her Breast. 
 Hee with a dainty and soft hand will trim, 
 And brush her Azure Mantle, which shall swim 
 In silken Volumes ; wheresoe're shee'l tread, 
 Bright clouds like Golden fleeces shall be spread. 
 
 Rise then (faire blew-ey'd Maid) rise and discover 
 Thy silver brow, and meet thy Golden lover. 
 See how hee runs, with what a hasty flight, 
 Into thy bosome, bath'd with liquid Light. 
 Fly, fly prophane fogs, farre hence fly away, 
 Taint not the pure streames of the springing Day, 
 With your dull influence ; it is for you, 
 To sit and scoule upon Nights heavy brow ; 
 Not on the fresh cheekes of the virgin Morne, 
 Where nought but smiles, and ruddy joyes are worne. 
 Fly then, and doe not thinke with her to stay ; 
 Let it suffice, shee'l weare no maske to day. 
 
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 Upon rhe faire Ethiopian sent to a Gentlewoman. 
 
 LO here the faire Chariclia \ in whom strove 
 So false a Fortune, and so true a Love. 
 Now after all her toyles by Sea and Land, 
 
 O may she but arrive at your white hand, 
 Her hopes are crown'd, onely she feares that than, 
 Shee shall appeare true Ethiopian. 
 
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 On Marriage. 
 
 Would be married, but I'de have no Wife, 
 I would be married to a single Life. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 To the Morning. 
 Satisfaction for sleepe. 
 
 WHat succour can I hope the Muse will send 
 Whose drowsinesse hath wrong'd the Muses friend ? 
 What hope Aurora to propitiate thee, 
 Unlesse the Muse sing my Apologie ? 
 
 O in that morning of my shame ! when I 
 Lay folded up in sleepes captivity, 
 How at the sight did'st Thou draw back thine Eyes, 
 Into thy modest veyle ? how did'st thou rise 
 Twice dy'd in thine own blushes, and did'st run 
 To draw the Curtaines, and awake the Sun ? 
 Who rowzing his illustrious tresses came, 
 And seeing the loath'd object, hid for shame 
 His head in thy faire Bosome, and still hides 
 Mee from his Patronage ; I pray, he chides : 
 And pointing to dull Morpheus, bids me take 
 My owne Apollo, try if I can make 
 His Lethe be my Helicon ; and see 
 If Morpheus have a Muse to wait on mee. 
 Hence 'tis my humble fancie findes no wings, 
 No nimble rapture starts to Heaven and brings 
 Enthusiasticke flames, such as can give 
 Marrow to my plumpe Genius, make it live 
 Drest in the glorious madnesse of a Muse, 
 Whose feet can walke the milky way, and chuse 
 Her starry Throne ; whose holy heats can warme 
 The grave, and hold up an exalted arme 
 To lift me from my lazy Urne, to climbe 
 Upon the stooping shoulders of old Time, 
 And trace Eternity But all is dead, 
 All these delicious hopes are buried 
 In the deepe wrinckles of his angry brow, 
 Where mercy cannot find them : ^but 6 thou 
 
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 Bright Lady of the Morne, pitty doth lye 
 
 So warme in thy soft Brest it cannot dye. 
 
 Have mercy then, and when He next shall rise 
 
 O meet the angry God, invade his Eyes, 
 
 And stroake his radiant Cheekes ; one timely kisse 
 
 Will kill his anger, and revive my blisse. 
 
 So to the treasure of thy pearly deaw, 
 
 Thrice will I pay three Teares, to show how true 
 
 My griefe is ; so my wakefull lay shall knocke 
 
 At th'Orientall Gates ; and duly mocke 
 
 The early Larkes shrill Orizons, to be 
 
 An Anthem at the Dayes Nativitie. 
 
 And the same rosie-finger'd hand of thine, 
 
 That shuts Nights dying eyes, shall open mine. 
 
 But thou, faint God of sleepe, forget that I 
 Was ever known to be thy votary. 
 No more my pillow shall thine Altar be, 
 Nor will I offer any more to thee 
 My selfe a melting sacrifice ; I'me borne 
 Againe a fresh Child of the Buxome Morne, 
 Heire of the Suns first Beames ; why threat'st thou so ? 
 Why dost thou shake thy leaden Scepter ? goe, 
 Bestow thy Poppy upon wakefull woe, 
 Sicknesse, and sorrow, whose pale lidds ne're know 
 Thy downie finger, dwell upon their Eyes, 
 Shut in their Teares ; Shut out their miseries. 
 
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 Upon the Powder day. 
 
 Ow fit our well-rank'd Feasts do follow! 
 All mischiefe comes after All-Hallow. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Loves Horoscope. 
 
 LOve, brave Vertues younger Brother, 
 Erst hath made my Heart a Mother, 
 Shee consults the conscious Spheares, 
 To calculate her young sons yeares. 
 Shee askes if sad, or saving powers, 
 Gave Omen to his infant howers, 
 Shee askes each starre that then stood by, 
 If poore Love shall live or dy. 
 
 Ah my Heart, is that the way ? 
 
 Are these the Beames that rule thy Day ? 
 
 Thou know'st a Face in whose each looke, 
 
 Beauty layes ope Loves Fortune-booke ; 
 
 On whose faire revolutions wait 
 
 The obsequious motions of Loves fate ; 
 
 Ah my Heart, her eyes and shee, 
 
 Have taught thee new Astrologie. 
 
 How e're Loves native houres were set, 
 
 What ever starry Synod met, 
 
 'Tis in the mercy of her eye, 
 
 If poore Love shall live or dye. 
 
 If those sharpe Rayes putting on 
 .Points of Death bid Love be gon, 
 (Though the Heavens in counsell sate, 
 To crowne an uncontrouled Fate, 
 Though their best Aspects twin'd upon 
 The kindest Constellation, 
 Cast amorous glances on his Birth, 
 And whisper'd the confederate Earth 
 To pave his pathes with all the good 
 That warms the Bed of youth and blood ;) 
 Love ha's no plea against her eye, 
 Beauty frownes, and Love must dye. 
 
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 But if her milder influence move, 
 
 And gild the hopes of humble Love : 
 (Though heavens inauspicious eye 
 Lay blacke on Loves Nativitie j 
 Though every Diamond in Joves crowne 
 Fixt his forehead to a frowne,) 
 Her Eye a strong appeale can give, 
 Beauty smiles and Love shall live. 
 
 O if Love shall live, 6 where, 
 But in her Eye, or in her Eare, 
 In her Brest, or in her Breath, 
 Shall I hide poore Love from Death ? 
 For in the life ought else can give, 
 Love shall dye, although he live. 
 
 Or if Love shall dye, 6 where, 
 But in her Eye, or in her Eare, 
 In her Breath, or in her Breast, 
 Shall I Build his funerall Nest? 
 While Love shall thus entombed lye, 
 Love shall live, although he dye. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Principi recens natae omen maternae indolis. 
 
 CResce, o duldbus imputanda Dlvls, 
 cresce, & propera, puella Princeps, 
 In matris propera venire paries. 
 Et cum par breve fulminum mirorum, 
 Illlnc Carolus, 3" Jacobus inde^ 
 In patrls faciles sublre famam, 
 Ducent fata furor i bus decor is ; 
 Cum terror sacer, Anglici^ magnum 
 Murmur nominis increpabit omnem 
 Late Bosporon, Ottomanicasque 
 Non piflo quatlet tremore Lunas ; 
 Te tune altera, nee timenda pad, 
 Poscent preelia. Tu potens pudlci 
 Vibratrix oculi, pios in bastes 
 Late dulcia fata dlssipabis. 
 O cum JIos tener ille, qui recenti 
 Pressus s'tdere jam sub or a ludit^ 
 O/im fortlor omne cuspldatos 
 Evolvet latus aureum per Ignes ; 
 Quib^ imbellis adhuc^ adultus o/im y 
 Purls expatlabitur genarum 
 Campls Imperloslor Cupldo j 
 quam certa superblore penna 
 Ibunt spicula, melleteque mortes, 
 Exultantlbus hlnc ff inde turmis^ 
 Quoquo fussertS) impigre volabunt ! 
 O quot corda ealentium deorum 
 De te vulnera dellcata discent \ 
 O quot pettora Prlnclpum maglstrls 
 Fient molle negotium saglttis \ 
 Nam quts non potens per arma ferri, 
 Cut matris sinus atque utrumque sldus 
 Magnorum patet officlna Amorum ? 
 Hlnc sumas llcet^ 8 puella Prlnceps^ 
 Quantacunque opus est tlbl pharetra. 
 Centum sume Cupldlnes ab uno 
 Matris lumine^ Gratiasque centum, 
 Et centum Veneres: adhuc manebunt 
 Centum mllle Cupldlnes ; ^nanebunt 
 Ter centum feneresque Grati<eque 
 Puro fonte superstltes per ovum. 
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 Out of the Italian. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 To thy Lover, 
 
 Deere, discover 
 That sweet blush of thine that shameth 
 
 {When those Roses 
 
 It discloses) 
 
 All the flowers that Nature nameth. 
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 In free Ayre, 
 
 Flow thy Haire ; 
 That no more Summers best dresses, 
 
 Bee beholden 
 
 For their Golden 
 Locks, to Phoebus flaming Tresses. 
 
 O deliver 
 
 Love his Quiver, 
 From thy Eyes he shoots his Arrowes, 
 
 Where Apollo 
 
 Cannot follow : 
 Featherd with his Mothers Sparrowes. 
 
 envy not 
 
 (That we dye not) 
 Those deere lips whose doore encloses 
 
 All the Graces 
 
 In their places, 
 Brother Pearles, and sister Roses. 
 
 From these treasures 
 
 Of ripe pleasures 
 One bright smile to deere the weather. 
 
 Earth and Heaven 
 
 Thus made even, 
 Both will be good friends together.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 The aire does wooe thee, 
 
 Winds cling to thee ; 
 Might a word once flye from out thee, 
 
 Storme and Thunder 
 
 Would sit under. 
 And keepe silence round about thee. 
 
 But if Natures 
 
 Common Creatures, 
 So deare Glories dare not borrow : 
 
 Yet thy Beauty 
 
 Owes a Duty, 
 To my loving, lingring, sorrow. 
 
 When to end mee 
 
 Death shall send mee 
 All his Terrors to affright mee : 
 
 Thine eyes Graces 
 
 Gild their faces, 
 And those Terrors shall delight mee. 
 
 When my dying 
 
 Life is flying, 
 Those sweet Aires that often slew mee 
 
 Shall revive mee, 
 
 Or reprive mee, 
 And to many Deaths renew mee. 
 
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 Out of the Italian. 
 
 LOvc now no fire hath left him, 
 We two betwixt us have divided it. 
 Your Eyes the Light hath reft him, 
 The heat commanding in my Heart doth sit. 
 O ! that poore Love be not for ever spoyled, 
 Let my Heat to your Light be reconciled. 
 
 So shall these flames, whose worth 
 
 Now all obscured lyes, 
 (Drest in those Beames) start forth 
 
 And dance before your eyes. 
 
 Or else partake my flames 
 
 (I care not whither) 
 And so in mutuall Names 
 
 Of Love, burne both together. 
 
 Out of the Italian. 
 
 WOuld any one the true cause find 
 How Love came nak't, a Boy, and blind ? 
 'Tis this ; listning one day too long, 
 To th' Syrens in my Mistris Song, 
 The extasie of a delight 
 So much o're-mastring all his might, 
 To that one Sense, made all else thrall, 
 
 And so he lost his Clothes, eyes, heart and all. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 In faciem Augustiss. Regis a morbillis integram. 
 
 MUsa redl ; vocat alma parens Academia : Noster 
 En redit, ore suo noster jfpollo redit. 
 Vultus adhuc situs, ff vultu sua purpura ionium 
 
 Vivit, y admixtas pergit amare nives. 
 Tune illas vio/are genas ? tune ilia profanity 
 
 Morbe ferox, tentas ire per ora notis ? 
 Tu Phcebi faciem tentas, vanissime ? Nostra 
 
 Nee Phoebe maculas novit habere suas. 
 Ipsa sui vindex fades morbum indignatur ; 
 
 Ipsa sedet radiis 6 bene tuta suis : 
 Quippe illic deus est y ccelumque & sanftius astrum j 
 
 Quippe sub his totus ridet Apollo genis. 
 Quod facie Rex tutus erat, qubd cetera tattus : 
 
 Hinc hominem Rex est fassus, & inde deum.
 
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 [0# the Frontispiece of Isaacsons Chronologic explaned. 
 
 IF with distinctive Eye, and Mind, you looke 
 Upon the Front, you see more than one Booke. 
 Creation is Gods Booke, wherein he writ 
 Each Creature, as a Letter filling it. 
 History is Creations Booke ; which showes 
 To what effects the Series of it goes. 
 Chronologie^ the Booke of Historie, and beares 
 The just account of Dayes, Moneths, and Yeares. 
 But Resurreftion, in a Later Presse, 
 And New Edition, is the summe of these. 
 The Language of these Bookes had all been one, 
 Had not t\\' Aspiring Tower of Babylon 
 Confus'd the Tongues, and in a distance hurl'd 
 As farre the speech, as men, o'th' new fill'd world. 
 
 Set then your eyes in method, and behold 
 Times embleme, Saturne ; who, when store of Gold 
 Coyn'd the first age, Devoured that Birth, he fear'dj 
 Till History, Times eldest Child appear'd ; 
 And Pha?nix-\\\iz, in spight of Saturnes rage, 
 Forc'd from her Ashes, Heyres in every age. 
 From \\\ rising Sunne, obtaining by just Suit, 
 A Springs Ingender, and an Autumnes Fruit. 
 Who in those Volumes at her motion pend, 
 Unto Creations Alpha doth extend. 
 Againe ascend, and view Chronology, 
 By Optick Skill pulling farre History 
 Neerer ; whose Hand the piercing Eagles Eye 
 Strengthens, to bring remotest Objects nigh. 
 Under whose Feet, you see the Setting Sunne, 
 From the darke Gnomon, o're her Volumes runne, 
 Drown'd in eternall night, never to rise, 
 Till Resurrection show it to the eyes 
 Of Eartb-worne men ; and her shrill Trumpets sound 
 Affright the Bones of Mortals from the ground. 
 The Columnes both are crown'd with either Sphere, 
 To show Chronology and History beare, 
 No other Culmen than the double Art, 
 Astronomy, Geography, impart.] 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Or Thus. 
 
 LEt hoary Time's vast Bowels be the Grave 
 To what his Bowels birth and being gave ; 
 Let Nature die, (Phcenix-like) from death 
 Revived Nature takes a second breath ; 
 If on Times right hand, sit faire Historic^ 
 If, from the seed of emptie Ruine, she 
 Can raise so faire an Harvest: Let Her be 
 Ne're so farre distant, yet Chronologic 
 (Sharp-sighted as the Eagles eye, that can 
 Out-stare the broad-beam'd Dayes Meridian) 
 Will have a Perspicill to find her out, 
 And, through the Night of error and dark doubt, 
 Discerne the Dawne of Truth's eternall ray, 
 As when the rosie Morne budds into Day. 
 
 Now that Time's Empire might be amply fill'd, 
 Babells bold Artists strive (below) to build 
 Ruine a Temple ; on whose fruitfull fall 
 History reares her Pyramids more tall 
 Than were t\? /Egyptian (by the life these give, 
 T\f Egyptian Pyramids themselves must live :) 
 On these she lifts the World \ and on their base 
 Shewes the two termes and limits of Time's race : 
 That, the Creation is ; the Judgement^ this ; 
 That, the World's Morning, this her Midnight is. 
 
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 THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES 
 
 An Epitaph 
 Upon Mr. Ashton a conformable Citizen. 
 
 r I ^He modest front of this small floore, 
 
 _L Beleeve me, Reader, can say more 
 Than many a braver Marble can, 
 Here lyes a truly honest man. 
 One whose Conscience was a thing, 
 That troubled neither Church nor King. 
 One of those few that in this Towne, 
 Honour all Preachers, heare their ov/ne. 
 Sermons he heard, yet not so many 
 As left no time to practise any. 
 He heard them reverendly, and then 
 His practice preach'd them o're agen. 
 His Parlour-Sermons rather were 
 Those to the Eye, then to the Eare. 
 His prayers took their price and strength, 
 Not from the lowdnesse, nor the length. 
 He was a Protestant at home, 
 Not onely in despight of Rome. 
 He lov'd his Father ; yet his zeale 
 Tore not off his Mothers veile. 
 To th' Church he did allow her Dresse, 
 True Beauty, to true Holinesse. 
 Peace, which he lov'd in Life, did lend 
 Her hand to bring him to his end. 
 When age and death call'd for the score, 
 No surfets were to reckon for. 
 Death tore not (therefore) but sans strife 
 Gently untwin'd his thread of Life. 
 What remaines then, but that Thou 
 Write these lines, Reader, in thy Brow, 
 And by his faire Examples light, 
 Burne in thy Imitation bright. 
 So while these Lines can but bequeath 
 A Life perhaps unto his Death ; 
 His better Epitaph shall bee, 
 His Life still kept alive in Thee. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Rex Redux. 
 
 I Lie redit, redit. Hoc populi bona murmura volvunt 
 Publicus hoc (audin'ty plausus ad astro refer t : 
 Hoc omni sedet in vultu commune serenum ; 
 
 Omnibus him una est Icetitice fades. 
 Rex noster, lux nostra redit j redeuntis ad ora 
 
 Arridet totis Anglia l<eta genis : 
 Quisque suos oculos oculis accendit ab istis ; 
 
 Atque novum sacra sumit ab ore diem. 
 Forte roges tanto qute digna pericula plausu 
 
 Evadat Carolus, qua mala, quosve metus: 
 Anne pererrati male fida volumina ponti 
 
 Ausa ilium terris pene negare suis : 
 Hospitis an nimii rursus sibi conscia, tellus 
 
 Vix bene speratum reddat Ibera Caput. 
 Nil horum ; nee enim male fida volumina ponti y 
 
 Aut sacrum tellus vidit Ibera caput. 
 Verus amor tamen h<ec sibi falsa pericula fingit : 
 
 (Falsa peric'la solet finger e verus amor) 
 At Carolo qui falsa timet y nee vera timeret : 
 
 (Vera peric'la solet temnere verus amor) 
 Illi falsa timens, sibi vera pericula temnens, 
 
 Non solum est fidus, sed quoque fortis amor. 
 Interea nostri sails ille est causa tri[u\mphi : 
 
 Et satis (ab\) nostri causa dolor is erat. 
 Causa doloris erat Carofus, sospes licet esset\ 
 
 Anglia quod saltern dicere posset, Abest. 
 Et satis est nostri Carolus nunc causa triumphi ; 
 
 Dicere quod saltern possumus, Ille redit. 
 
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 THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES 
 
 Out of Catullus. 
 
 COme and let us live my Deare, 
 Let us love and never feare, 
 What the sowrest Fathers say : 
 Brightest Sol that dyes to day 
 Lives againe as blith to morrow ; 
 But if we darke sons of sorrow 
 Set, 6 then, how long a Night 
 Shuts the Eyes of our short light ! 
 Then let amorous kisses dwell 
 On our lips, begin and tell 
 A thousand, and a Hundred score, 
 An Hundred, and a Thousand more, 
 Till another Thousand smother 
 That, and that wipe of[f] another. 
 Thus at last when we have numbred 
 Many a Thousand, many a Hundred, 
 Wee'l confound the reckoning quite, 
 And lose our selves in wild delight : 
 While our joyes so multiply, 
 As shall mocke the envious eye. 
 
 Ad Principem nondum natum. 
 
 NAscere nunc; $ nunc\ quid enim, puer alme, moraris? 
 Nulla tlbi dederit dulcior hora diem. 
 Ergone tot tardos (o lente\) morabere menses? 
 
 Rex redit. Ipse veni, y die bone, Gratus ades. 
 Nam quid Ave nostrum? quid nostri verba triumphil 
 
 l^agitu melius dixeris ista tuo. 
 At maneas tamen : & nobis nova causa triumphi 
 
 Sic demum fueris ; nee nova causa tamen : 
 Nam, quoties Carolo novus aut nova nascitur */"[]*, 
 
 Revera toties Carolus ipse redit. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Wishes. 
 1*0 his (supposed} Mistresse. 
 
 WHo ere she be, 
 That not impossible she 
 That shall command my heart and me; 
 
 Where ere she lye, 
 
 Lock't up from mortall Eye, 
 
 In shady leaves of Destiny; 
 
 Till that ripe Birth 
 
 Of studied fate stand forth, 
 
 And teach her faire steps to our Earth; 
 
 Till that Divine 
 
 Idtea y take a shrine 
 
 Of Chrystall flesh, through which to shine; 
 
 Meet you her my wishes, 
 
 Bespeake her to my blisses, 
 
 And be ye call'd my absent- kisses. 
 
 I wish her Beauty, 
 
 That owes not all his Duty 
 
 To gaudy Tire, or glistring shoo-ty. 
 
 Something more than 
 
 TafFata or Tissew can, 
 
 Or rampant feather, or rich fan. 
 
 More than the spoyle 
 
 Of shop, or silkewormes Toyle, 
 
 Or a bought blush, or a set smile. 
 
 A face thats best 
 
 By its owne beauty drest, 
 
 And can alone command the rest. 
 
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 A face made up, 
 
 Out of no other shop 
 
 Than what natures white hand sets ope. 
 
 A cheeke where Youth, 
 
 And Blood, with Pen of Truth 
 
 Write, what the Reader sweetly ru'th. 
 
 A Cheeke where growes 
 More than a Morning Rose : 
 Which to no Boxe his being owes. 
 
 Lipps, where all Day 
 
 A lovers kisse may play, 
 
 Yet carry nothing thence away. 
 
 Lookes that oppresse 
 
 Their richest Tires, but dresse 
 
 And cloath their simplest Nakednesse. 
 
 Eyes, that displaces 
 
 The Neighbour Diamond, and out-faces 
 
 That Sunshine, by their own sweet Graces. 
 
 Tresses, that weare 
 
 Jewells, but to declare 
 
 How much themselves more pretious are. 
 
 Whose native Ray, 
 
 Can tame the wanton Day 
 
 Of Gems, that in their bright shades play. 
 
 Each Ruby there, 
 
 Or Pearle that dare appeare, 
 
 Be its own blush, be its own Teare. 
 
 A well tam'd Heart, 
 
 For whose more noble smart, 
 
 Love may be long chusing a Dart. 
 
 Eyes, that bestow 
 
 Full quivers on loves Bow ; 
 
 Yet pay lesse Arrowes than they owe. 
 
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 Smiles, that can warme 
 
 The blood, yet teach a charme, 
 
 That Chastity shall take no harme. 
 
 Blushes, that bin 
 
 The burnish of no sin, 
 
 Nor flames of ought too hot within. 
 
 Joyes, that confesse, 
 
 Vertue their Mistresse, 
 
 And have no other head to dresse. 
 
 Feares, fond and flight, 
 
 As the coy Brides, when Night 
 
 First does the longing Lover right. 
 
 Teares, quickly fled, 
 
 And vaine, as those are shed 
 
 For a dying Maydenhead. 
 
 Dayes, that need borrow, 
 
 No part of their good Morrow, 
 
 From a fore spent night of sorrow. 
 
 Dayes, that in spight 
 
 Of Darkenesse, by the Light 
 
 Of a cleere mind are Day all Night. 
 
 Nights, sweet as they, 
 
 Made short by Lovers play, 
 
 Yet long by th' absence of the Day. 
 
 Life, that dares send 
 
 A challenge to his end, 
 
 And when it comes say Welcome Friend, 
 
 Sydnegan showers 
 
 Of sweet discourse, whose powers 
 
 Can Crown old Winters head with flowers. 
 
 Soft silken Hours, 
 Open sunnes, shady Bowers ; 
 'Bove all, Nothing within that lowers. 
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 What ere Delight 
 
 Can make Dayes forehead bright, 
 
 Or give Downe to the Wings of Night. 
 
 In her whole frame, 
 
 Have Nature all the Name, 
 
 Art and ornament the shame. 
 
 Her flattery, 
 
 Picture and Poesy, 
 
 Her counsell her owne vertue be. 
 
 I wish, her store 
 
 Of worth may leave her poore 
 
 Of wishes ; And I wish No more. 
 
 Now if Time knowes 
 
 That her whose radiant Browes 
 
 Weave them a Garland of my vowes, 
 
 Her whose just Bayes, 
 
 My future hopes can raise, 
 
 A trophic to her present praise ; 
 
 Her that dares be, 
 
 What these Lines wish to see : 
 
 I seeke no further, it is she. 
 
 'Tis she, and here 
 
 Lo I uncloath and cleare, 
 
 My wishes cloudy Character. 
 
 May she enjoy it, 
 
 Whose merit dare apply it, 
 
 But modestly dares still deny it. 
 
 Such worth as this is 
 
 Shall fixe my flying wishes, 
 
 And determine them to kisses. 
 
 Let her full Glory, 
 
 My fancyes, fly before ye, 
 
 Be ye my fictions ; But her story. 
 
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 Ad Reginam, 
 
 Et sibi & Academiae pa[r]turientem. 
 
 HUc 6 sacris circumflua ccetibus^ 
 Hue $ frequenteniy Musa^ charts pedem 
 Fer, annuo doRum labore 
 
 Purpureas agitare cunas. 
 Fcecunditatem provocat, en^ tuam 
 Maria partu nobilis altero, 
 
 ProUmque Musarum ministram 
 
 Egregius sibi poscit Infans. 
 Nempe Ilia nunquam pignore simplici 
 Siblve soli fa ft a puerpera est : 
 Partu repercusso, vel absent^ 
 Perpetuos procreat gemellos. 
 Has Ipsa partus scilicet efficit, 
 / ipsa vires carmina suggerit. 
 Qua spiritum vitdmque donat 
 
 Principibus simul & Camoenis. 
 Possit CamaenaS) non sine Numine^ 
 Lassare nostras Diva puerpera^ 
 Et gaudiis siccare totam 
 
 Perpetuis Heliconis undam. 
 Quin experiri pergat, dff in vices 
 Certare sanftis conditionibus. 
 Lis dulcis est y nee indecoro 
 Pulvere, sic potuisse vinci. 
 
 Alternis Natura Diem meditatur & Umbras^ 
 Hinc atro, bine albo pignore faff a parens. 
 
 Tu melior Natura tuas^ dulcissima^ servos 
 (Sed quam dissimili sub ratione\) vices. 
 
 Candida Tu, & partu semper Tibi concolor omni : 
 Hinc Nataniy hinc Natum das-, sed utrinque Diem. 
 
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 To the Queen 
 An Apologie for the length of the following Panegyrick. 
 
 WHen you are Mistresse of the song, 
 Mighty Queen, to thinke it long, 
 Were treason 'gainst that Majesty 
 Your vertue wears. Your modesty 
 Yet thinks it so. But ev'n that too 
 (Infinite, since part of You) 
 New matter for our Muse supplies, 
 And so allowes what it denies. 
 Say then Dread Queen, how may we doe 
 To mediate 'twixt your self and You ? 
 That so our sweetly temper'd song 
 Nor be [too] short, nor seeme [too] long. 
 Needs must your Noble prayses strength 
 That made it long excuse the length. 
 
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 'To the Queen y 
 
 Upon her numerous Progenie, 
 A Panegyrick. 
 
 BRitain ! the mighty Oceans lovely bride ! 
 Now stretch thy self, fair Isle, and grow; spread wide 
 Thy bosome, and make roome. Thou art opprest 
 With thine own glories, and art strangely blest 
 Beyond thy self: For (lo) the Gods, the Gods 
 Come fast upon thee; and those glorious ods 
 Swell thy full honours to a pitch so high 
 As sits above thy best capacitie. 
 
 Are they not ods? and glorious? that to thee 
 Those mighty Genii throng, which well might be 
 Each one an ages labour? that thy dayes 
 Are gilded with the union of those rayes 
 Whose each divided beam would be a Sunne 
 To glad the sphere of any nation? 
 Sure, if for these thou mean'st to find a seat 
 Th' hast need, O Britain, to be truly Great. 
 
 And so thou art; their presence makes thee so: 
 They are thy greatnesse. Gods, where-e're they go, 
 Bring their Heav'n with them: their great footsteps place 
 An everlasting smile upon the face 
 Of the glad earth they tread on. While with thee 
 Those beames that ampliate mortalitie, 
 And teach it to expatiate, and swell 
 To majestic and fulnesse, deign to dwell, 
 Thou by thy self maist sit, blest Isle, and see 
 How thy great mother Nature dotes on thee. 
 Thee therefore from the rest apart she hurl'd, 
 And seem'd to make an Isle, but made a World. 
 
 Time yet hath dropt few plumes since Hope turn'd Joy, 
 And took into his armes the princely Boy, 
 Whose birth last blest the bed of his sweet Mother, 
 And bad us first salute our Prince a brother. 
 
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 The Prince and Duke of York. 
 
 Bright Charlesl thou sweet dawn of a glorious day! 
 
 Centre of those thy Grandsires (shall I say, 
 
 Henry and James\ or, Mars and Phoebus rather? 
 
 If this were Wisdomes God, that Wars stern father, 
 
 'Tis but the same is said: Henry and James 
 
 Are Mars and Phoebus under diverse names.) 
 
 O thou full mixture of those mighty souls 
 
 Whose vast intelligences tun'd the Poles 
 
 Of peace and war; thou, for whose manly brow 
 
 Both lawrels twine into [one] wreath, and woo 
 
 To be thy garland : see, sweet Prince, O see, 
 
 Thou, and the lovely hopes that smile in thee, 
 
 Art ta'n out and transcrib'd by thy great Mother: 
 
 See, see thy reall shadow; see thy Brother, 
 
 Thy little self in lesse: trace in these eyne 
 
 The beams that dance in those full stars of thine. 
 
 From the same snowy Alabaster rock 
 
 Those hands and thine were hew'n; those cherries mock 
 
 The corall of thy lips: Thou wert of all 
 
 This well-wrought copie the fair principall. 
 
 Lady Mary. 
 
 Justly, great Nature, didst thou brag, and tell 
 How ev'n th' hadst drawn that faithfull parallel, 
 And matcht thy master-piece. O then go on, 
 Make such another sweet comparison. 
 Seest thou that Marie there? O teach her Mother 
 To shew her to her self in such another. 
 Fellow this wonder too; nor let her shine 
 Alone; light such another star, and twine 
 Their rosie beams, that so the morn for one 
 Venus may have a Constellation. 
 
 Lady Elizabeth. 
 
 These words scarce waken'd Heaven, when (lo) our vows 
 Sat crown'd upon the noble Infants brows. 
 Th'art pair'd, sweet Princesse: In this well-writ book 
 Read o're thy self; peruse each line, each look. 
 
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 And when th'hast summ'd up all those blooming blisses, 
 Close up the book, and clasp it with thy kisses. 
 So have I seen (to dresse their mistresse May) 
 Two silken sister-flowers consult, and lay 
 Their bashfull cheeks together: newly they 
 Peep't from their buds, show'd like the garden's Eyes 
 Scarce wak't: like was the crimson of their joyes; 
 Like were the tears they wept, so like, that one 
 Seem'd but the others kind reflexion. 
 
 The new-borne Prince. 
 
 And now 'twere time to say, Sweet Queen, no more. 
 Fair source of Princes, is thy pretious store 
 Not yet exhaust? O no. Heavens have no bound, 
 But in their infinite and endlesse Round 
 Embrace themselves. Our measure is not theirs; 
 Nor may the pov'rtie of mans narrow prayers 
 Span their immensitie. More Princes come: 
 Rebellion, stand thou by; Mischief, make room: 
 War, Bloud, and Death (Names all averse from Joy) 
 Heare this, We have another bright-ey'd Boy: 
 That word's a warrant, by whose vertue I 
 Have full authority to bid you Dy. 
 
 Dy, dy, foul misbegotten Monsters; Dy: 
 Make haste away, or e'r the world's bright Eye 
 Blush to a cloud of bloud. O farre from men 
 Fly hence, and in your Hyperborean den 
 Hide you for evermore, and murmure there 
 Where none but Hell may heare, nor our soft aire 
 Shrink at the hatefull sound. Mean while we bear 
 High as the brow of Heaven, the noble noise 
 And name of these our just and righteous joyes, 
 Where Envie shall not reach them, nor those eares 
 Whose tune keeps time to ought below the spheres. 
 
 But thou, sweet supernumerary Starre, 
 Shine forth; nor fear the threats of boyst'rous Warre. 
 The face of things has therefore frown'd a while 
 On purpose, that to thee and thy pure smile 
 The world might ow an universall calm; 
 While thou, fair Halcyon, on a sea of balm 
 
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 Shalt flote; where while thou layst thy lovely head, 
 The angry billows shall but make thy bed : 
 Storms, when they look on thee, shall straight relent; 
 And Tempests, when they tast thy breath, repent 
 To whispers soft as thine own slumbers be, 
 Or souls of Virgins which shall sigh for thee. 
 
 Shine then, sweet supernumerary Starre; 
 Nor feare the boysterous names of Bloud and Warre: 
 Thy Birthday is their Death's Nativitie; 
 They've here no other businesse but to die. 
 
 To the Queen. 
 
 But stay; what glimpse was that? why blusht the day? 
 Why ran the started aire trembling away? 
 Who's this that comes circled in rayes that scorn 
 Acquaintance with the Sun ? what second morn 
 At midday opes a presence which Heavens eye 
 Stands off and points at? Is't some Deity 
 Stept from her throne of starres, deignes to be seen? 
 Is it some Deity? or i'st our Queen? 
 
 'Tis she, 'tis she: Her awfull beauties chase 
 The Day's abashed glories, and in face 
 Of noon wear their own Sunshine. O thou bright 
 Mistresse of wonders! Cynthia's is the night; 
 But thou at noon dost shine, and art all day 
 (Nor does thy Sun deny't) our Cynthia. 
 
 Illustrious sweetnesse! in thy faithfull wombe, 
 That nest of Heroes, all our hopes find room. 
 Thou art the Mother-Phenix, and thy brest 
 Chast as that Virgin honour of the East, 
 But much more fruitfull is; nor does, as she, 
 Deny to mighty Love a Deitie. 
 Then let the Eastern world brag and be proud 
 Of one coy Phenix, while we have a brood, 
 A brood of Phenixes; while we have Brother 
 And Sister-Phenixes, and still the Mother. 
 
 And may we long! Long mayst Thou live t'increase 
 The house and family of Phenixes. 
 Nor may the life that gives their eye-lids light 
 E're prove the dismall morning of thy night: 
 
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 Ne're may a birth of thine be bought so dear 
 To make his costly cradle of thy beer. 
 
 O mayst thou thus make all the year thine own, 
 And see such names of joy sit white upon 
 The brow of every month! And when th'hast done, 
 Mayst in a son of His find every son 
 Repeated, and that son still in another, 
 And so in each child often prove a Mother. 
 Long mayst Thou, laden with such clusters, lean 
 Upon thy Royall Elm, fair Vine! And when 
 The Heav'ns will stay no longer, may thy glory 
 And name dwell sweet in some Eternall story! 
 
 Pardon, bright Excellence, an untun'd string, 
 That in thy eares thus keeps a murmuring. 
 O speake a lowly Muses pardon, speake 
 Her pardon, or her sentence; onely breake 
 Thy silence. Speake, and she shall take from thence 
 Numbers, and sweetnesse, and an influence 
 Confessing Thee. Or if too long I stay, 
 O speake Thou, and my Pipe hath nought to say: 
 For see Apollo all this while stands mute, 
 Expecting by thy voice to tune his Lute. 
 
 But Gods are gracious; and their Altars make 
 Pretious the offrings that their Altars take. 
 Give then this rurall wreath fire from thine eyes, 
 This rurall wreath dares be thy Sacrifice. 
 
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 Bulk. 
 
 2(Jid tibi vana suos ojfert mea bulla tumoresl 
 Quid faclt ad vestrum pondus inane meum ? 
 Hat nostros humeros toga fortior; ista 
 En mea bulla, lares en tua dextra mihi. 
 
 Quid tu\ quce nova machina, 
 Qute tarn fortuito globo 
 In vitam proper as breveml 
 
 gualis virgineos adhuc 
 ypris concutiens sinus, 
 Cypris jam nova, jam recens, 
 Et spumis media in suis, 
 Promsit purpureum latus; 
 Conchd de patria micas, 
 Pulcbrofa exsilis impetu; 
 Statim & millibus ebria 
 Ducens terga coloribus 
 Evolvis tumidos sinus 
 Sphtera plena volubili. 
 Cujus per varium latus, 
 Cujus per teretem globum 
 Iris lubrica cursitans 
 Centum per species vagas, 
 Et pifti fades chori 
 Circum regnat, & 
 Et se Diva vo/ati/is 
 Jucundo levis impetu 
 Et vertigine perfidd 
 Lascivd sequitur fugd 
 Et pulchre dubitat\ fluit 
 Tarn fallax toties novis, 
 Tot se per reduces vias, 
 Erroresque reciprocos 
 Spargit vena Coloribus ; 
 Et pompd natat ebria. 
 Tali militid micans 
 Agmen se rude dividit; 
 Campis quippe volantibus, 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Et campi levis square 
 Ordo insanus obambulans 
 Passim se fugit, ff fugat; 
 Passim perdit, & invenit. 
 Pulchrum spargitur hie Chaos. 
 Hie viva, hie vaga flumina 
 Ripd non proprid meant, 
 Sed miscent sodas vias, 
 Communih sub alveo 
 Stipant delicias suas. 
 Quorum proximitas vaga 
 Tarn discrimine lubrico, 
 Tarn subtilibus arguit 
 yuncluram tenuem notis, 
 Pompa ut florida nullibi 
 Sinceras habeat vias; 
 Nee vultu niteat suo. 
 Sed dulcis cumulus novas 
 Miscens purpureus sinus 
 Flagrant divitiis suis, 
 Privatum renuens jubar. 
 Floris diluvio vagi, 
 Floris Sydere publico 
 Late ver mbit aureum, 
 Atque effunditur in mes 
 Vires undique Copies. 
 Nempe omnis quia cernitur, 
 Nullus cernitur hie color, 
 Et vicinia contumax 
 Allidit species vagas. 
 Illic contiguis aquis 
 Mareent pallidults faces. 
 Und<s hie vena tenellulte, 
 Flammis ebria proximis 
 Discit purpureas vias, 
 Et rubro salit alveo. 
 Ostri Sanguineum jubar 
 Lambunt laftea flumina-, 
 Suasu ccerulei maris 
 Mansuescit seges aurea; 
 
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 THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES 
 
 Et lucis faci/es gents 
 
 Vanas ad nebulas stupent; 
 
 Sub6 uvis rubicundulis 
 
 Flagrant sobria /ilia. 
 
 Vicinls adeo rosis 
 
 Vicinte invigilant nives, 
 
 Ut sint ff nivete roses, 
 
 Ut sint ff rosee nives; 
 
 Accendunt^ roses nives, 
 
 Extinguuntfa nives rosas. 
 
 lllic cum viridi rubet y 
 
 Hie & cum rutilo viret 
 
 Lascivi fades chart. 
 
 Et quicquid rota lubrica 
 
 Caudes stelligeree notat, 
 
 Pulchrum pergit & in ambitum. 
 
 Hie coeli implicitus labor, 
 
 Orbes orbibus obvii; 
 
 Hie grex velleris aurei 
 
 Grex pellucidus eetherh-^ 
 
 Qul noflis nigra pascua 
 
 Puns morsibus atterit; 
 
 Hie quicquid nitidum et vagum 
 
 Cesli vibrat arenula 
 
 Dulci pingitur in joco. 
 
 Hie mundus tener impedit 
 
 Sese amplexibus in suis. 
 
 Succinftig^ sinu globi 
 
 Errat per proprium decus. 
 
 Hie niftant subitts faces, 
 
 Et ludunt tremulum diem. 
 
 Afox se surripiunt sul & 
 
 Queerunt tefia supercitt, 
 
 At^ abdunt petulans jubar, 
 
 Subsidunt^ proteruiter. 
 
 Atfa htec omnia quam brevis 
 
 Sunt mendacia machines I 
 
 Currunt scilicet omnia 
 
 Sphterfi, non vitred quidem, 
 
 ( Ut quondam sicu/us globus) 
 
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 Sed vitro nitidd magis, 
 Sed vitro fragili magis, 
 Et vitro vitred magis. 
 
 Sum venti ingenium breve 
 Flos sum, scilicet, aPris, 
 Sidus scilicet eequorh\ 
 Naturae jocus aureus, 
 Naturae vaga fabula, 
 Nature breve somnium. 
 Nugarum decus y dolor; 
 Du/cis, dofta^ vanitas. 
 Aurce filla perfidts\ 
 Et risus fad Us par ens. 
 Tantum gutta superbior, 
 Fortunatius y lutum. 
 
 Sum fluxte pretium spei; 
 Una ex Hesperidum insulis. 
 Formce pyxis, amantium 
 Clare cescus ocellulus; 
 Vance & cor leve glorite. 
 
 Sum ctects speculum De<s. 
 Sum fortunes ego tessera, 
 Quam dot militibus suis. 
 Sum fortunes ego symbolum, 
 Quo sancit fragilem fidem 
 Cum mortalibus Ebriis 
 ObsignatA tabellulas. 
 
 Sum blandum, petulans, vagum, 
 Pulchrum, purpureum^ et decens^ 
 Comptum, ftoridulum, et recens, 
 Distinftum nivibus, rosis, 
 Undis, ignibus, a'e're, 
 Piftum, gemmeum, & aureum, 
 sum, (scilicet, O nihi/.) 
 St piget, et longam traxisse in ttedia pompom 
 
 Vivax, y nimium Bulla videtur anus; 
 Tolle tuos oculos, pensum leve deJJuet, illam 
 
 Parca metet facili non operosa manu. 
 Vixit adhuc. Cur vixitl adbuc tu nempe legebas; 
 
 Tempe fuit tempus turn potuisje morl. 
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 Upon two greene Apricockes sent to Cowley 
 by Sir Crashaw. 
 
 TAke these, times tardy truants, sent by me, 
 To be chastis'd (sweet friend) and chide by thee. 
 Pale sons of our Pomona ! whose wan cheekes 
 Have spent the patience of expecting weekes, 
 Yet are scarce ripe enough at best to show 
 The redd, but of the blush to thee they ow. 
 By thy comparrison they shall put on 
 More summer in their shames reflection, 
 Than ere the fruitfull Phcebus flaming kisses 
 Kindled on their cold lips. O had my wishes 
 And the deare merits of your Muse, their due, 
 The yeare had found some fruit early as you; 
 Ripe as those rich composures time computes 
 Blossoms, but our blest tast confesses fruits. 
 How does thy April-Autumne mocke these cold 
 Progressions 'twixt whose termes poor time grows old? 
 With thee alone he weares no beard, thy braine 
 Gives him the morning worlds fresh gold againe. 
 'Twas only Paradice, 'tis onely thou, 
 Whose fruit and blossoms both blesse the same bough. 
 Proud in the patterne of thy pretious youth, 
 Nature (methinks) might easily mend her growth. 
 Could she in all her births but coppie thee, 
 Into the publick yeares proficiencie, 
 No fruit should have the face to smile on thee 
 (Young master of the worlds maturitie) 
 But such whose sun-borne beauties what they borrow 
 Of beames to day, pay back againe to morrow, 
 Nor need be double-gilt. How then must these, 
 Poore fruites looke pale at thy Hesperides! 
 Faine would I chide their slownesse, but in their 
 Defects I draw mine owne dull character. 
 Take them, and me in them acknowledging, 
 How much my summer waites upon thy spring. 
 
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 Thesaurus malorum faemina 
 
 Uis deus, O quis erat qul te^ mala fiemina, finxit\ 
 Proh \ Crimen superum, noxa pudenda deum ! 
 divum manus est adeo non dextera mundol 
 
 In nostras clades ingeniosa manus\ 
 Partite; peccavi: nee enim pia numina possunt 
 
 Tarn crudele seme/ vel voluisse nefas. 
 Vestrum opus est pietas, opus est concordia vestrum : 
 
 Vos equidem tales baud reor artifices. 
 Heus inferna cohors\ foetus cognoscite vestros. 
 
 Num pudet ham vestrum sincere posse see/us? 
 Plaudite Tartarei Proceres, Erebifa potentes 
 
 (Nee mirum est tantum vos potuisse malum) 
 "Jam vestras Laudate manus. Si forte tacetis^ 
 
 Artificum laudes grande loquetur opus. 
 Quam bene vos omnes speculo contemplor in isto? 
 
 Peftus in angustum cogitur omne malum. 
 Quin dormi Pluto. Rabidas compesce sorores, 
 
 Jam non poscit opem nostra ruina tuam. 
 
 satis in nostros fabricata est machina muros^ 
 
 Mortal\_e~\s Furias Tartara nostra dabunt. 
 
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 In Apollinem depereuntem Daphnen. 
 
 STulte Cupido, 
 Quid tua flamma parat? 
 Annon sole sub ipso 
 Accensee pereunt faces ? 
 Sed fax nostra potentior istis, 
 Flammas inflammare potest, ipse uritur ignis, 
 Ecce flammarum potens 
 Majore sub flamma gemit. 
 Eheu! quid hoc estl En Apollo 
 Lyra tacente (ni sonet do/ores) 
 Coma jacente squallet eeternus decor 
 Oris, en! domints quo placeat magis y 
 Languido tardum jubar igne promit. 
 Pallente vultu territat athera. 
 Mundi oculus lacrymis senescit, 
 Et sohit pelago debita, quodfa hauserat ignibus, 
 His lacrymis rependit. 
 
 Noftis adventu properans se latebris recondit, 
 Et opacas tenebrarum colit umbras, 
 Nam suos odit damnans radios, nocensb^ lumen. 
 An lateat tenebris dubitat, an educat diem, 
 Hinc suadet hoc luftus furens, inde repugnat amor. 
 
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 Patris sui bajulus. 
 
 MJEnia Troics Hostis & ignis 
 Hostes inter & ignes JEnesas spolium plum 
 
 At(^ humeris venerabile pondus 
 
 Excipit^ & stenxe nunc 6 nunc parcite Jlammts, 
 
 Parcite baud (clamaf) mihi y 
 
 Sacree favete sarcinte^ 
 
 Quod si negatis, nee licebit 
 
 Vitam juvare^ sed juvabo funus ; 
 
 Rogusfa fiam patris ac bustum mei. 
 
 His diftis acies pervolat hostium^ 
 
 Gestit, iff partis veluti trophceis 
 
 Ducit triumphos. Nam furor hostium 
 
 yam stupet & pietate tanta 
 
 Piflor vincitur; imb & moritur 
 
 Troja libenter Funeribusfa gaudet^ 
 
 Ac faces admittit ovans, ne lateat tenebras 
 
 Per opacas opus ingens pietatis. 
 
 Debita sic patri so/vis tua^ sic pari rependis 
 
 Officio. Dederat vitam tibi, tu reddis huic, 
 
 Felix\ parentis qui pater diceris esse tui. 
 
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 In Pigmallona. 
 
 P/nitet Artis 
 Pigmal'iona sute. 
 Quod felt x opus esset 
 Infelix erat artifex. 
 Sentit vulnera, nee videt ittum. 
 Quis credit ? gelido veniunt de marmore flamrrus. 
 Marmor ingratum nimis 
 Incendit autorem mum. 
 Concepit hie vanos furores; 
 Opus suum miratur ath adorat. 
 Prius creavitj ecce nunc colit manus^ 
 Tent antes digitos molliter applicat\ 
 Decipit molles caro dura taffus. 
 An virgo vera /, an sit eburnea; 
 Reddat an oscula quee dabantur 
 Nescit. Sed dubitat, Sed metuit, munere supplicat^ 
 Blanditias^ miscet. 
 
 7V, miser ^ pcenas dare vult, hos Venus, hos triumphos 
 Capit a te, quod amorem fugis omnem. 
 Cur fugis heu vivos ? mortua te necat puella. 
 Non erit innocua hesc, quamvis tua fingas 
 Ipsa heu nocens erit nimis^ cujus imago nocet. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Arlon. 
 
 SQuammea vivte 
 Lubrica terga ratis 
 Jam conscendit Arion. 
 Merces tarn nova solvitur 
 Navis quam nova scanditur. Ilia 
 Aerea est merces, h#c est & aquatica navis. 
 Perdidere ilium virl 
 Mercede magna, servat hie 
 Mercede nulla piscis: & sic 
 Salute plus ruina constat illi\ 
 Minoris &f servatur hinc quam perditur. 
 Hie dum findit aquas, findit hie a?ra: 
 Cursibus, piscis ; digitis, Arion: 
 Et sternit undas, sternit & a'e'ra: 
 Carminis hoc placido Tr'idente 
 Abjurat sua jam murmura, ventusfa modestior 
 Auribus or a mutat: 
 
 Ora dediscit, minimos & metuit susurros. 
 (Sonus alter restat, ut fit sonus illii) 
 Aura strepens circum muta sit lateri adjacente penna, 
 Ambit {if or a viri, nee vela ventis hie egent; 
 Attendit bane ventus ratem: non trahit^ at trahitur. 
 
 TGenethliacon 
 Phaenicis 1 & 
 
 [Epicedion. 
 
 PHcenix alumna mortis, 
 Quam mira tu puerperal 
 Tu scandis baud nidos, sed ignes. 
 Non par ere sed perire ceu parata: 
 Mors obstetrix-, at fa ipsa tu teipsam parity 
 
 Tu Tuifa mater ipsa es, 
 
 Tu tuifa filia. 
 Tu sic odora messis 
 Surgis tuorum funerum; 
 Tibifa per tuam ruinam 
 Reparata, te succedis ipsa. Mors 6 
 Fcecunda! San ft a $ Lucra pretiosa necisl 
 
 Vive (monstrum duke) vive 
 
 Tu tibifa suffice. 
 180
 
 THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES 
 
 Elegia. 
 
 ITe mece lacrynus (nee enlm moror) he, Sed oro 
 Tantum ne miseree claudite vocis iter. 
 O liceat querulos verbis anlmare do/ores, 
 
 Et saltern ah periit dicere noster amor. 
 Ecce negant tamen, ecce negant, lacrynush rebelled 
 
 Indomitd pergunt, precipitant^ via. 
 Visne (o care) igitur Te nostra silentia dicant? 
 
 Vis fleat assiduo murmure mutus amor ? 
 Flebit, y urna suos semper bibet humida rores, 
 
 Et fidas semper, semper habebit aquas. 
 Interea^ quicunfa estis ne credite mirum 
 
 Si ver<e lacryrme non didicere loqui. 
 
 Epitaphium. 
 
 | | Uisquis nefiareo serenus 
 ^^ Et spe lucidus aurete juventee 
 Nescis purpureos abire soles^ 
 Nescis "uincula, ferream^ noftem 
 Imi carceris, horridum^ Ditem, 
 Et speftas tremulam procul seneftam, 
 Hinc disces lacrymas^ & hinc repones. 
 Hie, o scilicet hie brevi sub antro 
 Spes ff gaudia mille, mille longam 
 (H.eu longam nimii) induere noEtem. 
 Flammantem nitidce facem juvent& y 
 Submersit Stygia paludis undo. 
 Ergo si lacrymas neges doloris 
 Hue certe lacrymas feres timoris. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Damno affici saepe fit lucrum. 
 
 DAmna adsunt multis taciti compendia lucri 
 Felicifa docent plus properare mora, 
 Luxuriem annorum positd sic pelle redemit 
 
 Atg sagax serpens in nova stscla subit. 
 Cernis ut ipsa sibi replicato suppetat eevo, 
 
 Seg iteret, multd morte perennis avis. 
 Succrescat generosa sibi, facilesg per ignes 
 
 Per fa suos cineres, per sua fata ferax. 
 Qucs sollers jaftura sui ? quis funeris usus ? 
 
 Flammarumg fides, ingeniumfa rogi? 
 Siccine fraude subisl pretiosag funera ludis? 
 
 Siccine tu mortem, ne monaris, adis? 
 Felix cui medicte tanta experientia mortis, 
 
 Cut tarn Parcarum est officiosa manus. 
 
 O 
 
 Humanae vitas descriptio. 
 Vita, tantum lubricus quidam furor 
 Spoliumg vlteel scilicet longi brevis 
 Erroris hospes! Error 6 mortalium! 
 O certus error! qui sub incerto vagum 
 Suspendit tevum, mille per do/as via 
 Fugacis, y proterva per volumina 
 Fluidi laboris, ebrios laftat gradus- y 
 Et irretitos ducit in nihilum dies. 
 O fata ! quantum perfidce vit& fugit 
 Umbris quod imputemus atg auris, ibi 
 Et umbra y aura serias partes agunt 
 Miscentg scenam, volvimur ludibrio 
 Procacis tsstus, ut per incertum mare 
 Fragilis protervo cymba com nutat freto. 
 Et ipsa vitfe y fila, queis nentes De<s 
 &vi severa texta producunt manu, 
 Htec ipsa nobis implicant vestigia 
 Retrahunt trahuntfa donee everso gradu 
 Ruina lassos alta deducat pedes. 
 Felix, fugaces quisquis excipiens dies 
 Gressus serenos fixit, insidiis sui 
 Nee servit eevi, vita inojfensis huic 
 Feretur auris, ata claudd rarius 
 Titubabit hard : vortices' anni vagi 
 Hie extricabit, sanus Assertor sui. 
 182
 
 THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES 
 
 Tranquillitas animi, similitudine dufta ab ave 
 captiva & canora tamen. 
 
 UT cum delicias leves, loquacem 
 Convivam nemoris, vagamfa musam 
 Observans dubid viator arte 
 Prendit desuper: horridusve ruris 
 Eversor, male persido paratu 
 (Heu durus!} rapit, at fa io triumphant 
 Padit; protinus ff sagace nisu 
 Evolvens digitos, opus tenellum 
 Ducens pollice lenis erudito, 
 (Sirgarum implicat ordinem severum, 
 Angustam meditans domum volucri. 
 Ilia autem, hospitium licet vetustum 
 Mentem sollicitet nimis nimisa 
 Et suetum nemuS) hinc opaca mitls 
 Umbrte frigora, & hinc aprica puri 
 So/is fulgura, Patrice^ sylva 
 Nunquam muta quiet; ubi ilia dudum 
 Totum per nemus^ arborem per omnem^ 
 Hospes libera liberis querelis 
 Cognatum bene provocabat agmen: 
 Quanquam ipsum nemus^ arboresfa alumnam 
 Implorant profugam^ at fa amata multum 
 Qu&rant murmura^ lubricumfa carmen 
 Blandi gutturh & melos serenum: 
 Ilia autem^ tamen, ilia jam relieves 
 (Simplex!) baud meminit domus, nee ultra 
 Sylvas cogitat'y at brevi sub antro, 
 Ah pennd nimium brevis recisd, 
 Ah ritu viduo, sibifa sola, 
 Privata heu fidicenl canit, vagofa 
 Exercens querulam domum susurro 
 Fa/lit vincula, carceremfa muket\ 
 Nee pugnans placidce procax quieti 
 Luclatur gravis, orbe sed redu&o 
 
 '83
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Discursu vaga saltitans tenello, 
 Metitur spatia invidcs cavernce. 
 Sic in se pia mens reposta^ secum 
 Alte tuta sedet, nee ardet extra, 
 Aut ullo solet testuare fata: 
 Quamvis cuntfa tumultuentur, atr<e 
 Sortis turbine non movetur ilia: 
 Fortunes furias onusg triste 
 Non tergo minus accipit quieto, 
 Quam veftrix Veneris columba blando 
 Admittit juga delicata collo. 
 Torvce si quid inhorruit procelles, 
 Si quid s&viat {ff minetur^ ilia 
 Spernit^ nescit^ tf obviis furorem 
 Fallit blanditiis, amatg ^ff ambit 
 Ipsuni) quo male vulneratur, iftum. 
 Cur as murmure non fatetur ullo\ 
 Non lambit lacrymas dolor, nee atrts 
 Mentis nubila from iniqua prodlt. 
 Quod si lacryma pervicax rebelli 
 Erumpit tamen evolatg gutta, 
 Invitis lacrymiS) negante luflu, 
 Ludunt perspicui per ora risus.
 
 CARMEN 
 
 DEO NOSTRO, 
 
 TE DECET HYMNUS 
 SACRED POEMS, 
 
 COLLECTED, 
 
 CORRECTED, 
 AUGMENTED, 
 
 Most humbly Presented. 
 
 TO 
 
 MY LADY 
 
 THE COUNTSSE OF 
 DENBIGH 
 
 BY 
 
 Her most devoted Servant. 
 R. C. 
 
 IN hea[r]ty acknowledgment of his immortall 
 obligation to her Goodnes & Charity. 
 
 AT PARIS, 
 
 By PETER TARGA, Printer to the Arch- 
 
 bishope [o]f Paris, in S. Victors streete at 
 
 the golden sunne. 
 
 M. DC. LII.
 
 CRASH AWE, 
 
 THE 
 
 ANAGRAMME. 
 HE WAS CAR. 
 
 WAs CAR then Crashawe; or WAS Crashawe CAR, 
 Since both within one name combined are? 
 Yes, Car's Crashawe, he Car; t'is love alone 
 Which melts two harts, of both composing one. 
 So Crashawe's still the same: so much desired 
 By strongest witts; so honor'd so admired 
 CAR WAS but HE that enter'd as afriend 
 With whom he shar'd his thoughtes, and did commend 
 (While yet he liv'd) this worke; they lov'd each other: 
 Sweete Crashawe was his friend; he Crashawes brother. 
 So Car hath Title then; t'was his intent 
 That what his riches pen'd, poore Car should print. 
 Nor feares he checke praysing that happie one 
 Who was belov'd by all; dispraysed by none. 
 To witt, being pleas'd with all things, he pleas'd all. 
 Nor would he give, nor take offence; befall 
 What might ; he would possesse himselfe : and live 
 As deade (devoyde of interest) t'all might give 
 Desease t'his well composed mynd; forestal'd 
 With heavenly riches : which had wholy call'd 
 His thoughtes from earth, to live above in'th aire 
 A very bird of paradice. No care 
 Had he of earthly trashe. What might suffice 
 To fitt his soule to heavenly exercise. 
 Sufficed him : and may we guesse his hart 
 By what his lipps brings forth, his onely part 
 Is God and godly thoughtes. Leaves doubt to none 
 But that to whom one God is all; all's one. 
 
 187
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 What he might eate or weare he tooke no thought. 
 
 His needfull foode he rather found then sought. 
 
 He seekes no downes, no sheetes, his bed's still made 
 
 If he can find, a chaire or stoole, he's layd, 
 
 When day peepes in, he quitts his restlesse rest. 
 
 And still, poore soule, before he's up he's dres't. 
 
 Thus dying did he live, yet lived to dye 
 
 In th-virgines lappe, to whom he did applye 
 
 His virgine thoughtes and words, and thence was styld 
 
 By foes, the chaplaine of the virgine myld 
 
 While yet he lived without: His modestie 
 
 Imparted this to some, and they to me. 
 
 Live happie then, deare soule; injoy the rest 
 
 Eternally by paynes thou purchacedest, 
 
 While Car must live in care, who was thy friend 
 
 Nor cares he how he live, so in the end, 
 
 He may injoy his dearest Lord and thee; 
 
 And sitt and singe more skilfull songs eternally. 
 
 188
 
 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 AN 
 
 EPIGRAMME . 
 
 Upon the pictures in the following Poemes which the 
 Authour first made with his owne hand^ admirably 
 welly as may be scene in his Manuscript dedicated to 
 the right Honorable Lady the L. Denbigh. 
 
 Twixt pen and pensill rose a holy strife 
 Which might draw vertue better to the life. 
 Best witts gave votes to that: but painters swore 
 They never saw peeces so sweete before 
 As thes : fruites of pure nature ; where no art 
 Did lead the untaught pensill, nor had part 
 In th'-worke. 
 
 The hand growne bold, with witt will needes contest. 
 Doth it prevayle? ah wo: say each is best. 
 This to the eare speakes wonders; that will trye 
 To speake the same, yet lowder, to the eye. 
 Both their aymes are holy, both conspire 
 To wound, to burne the hart with heavenly fire. 
 This then's the Doome, to doe both parties right: 
 This, to the eare speakes best; that, to the sight. 
 
 THOMAS CAR. 
 
 189
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 NON VI. 
 
 "Tis not the work of force but skill 
 
 To find the way into man's will. 
 
 "Tis love alone can hearts unlock. 
 
 "Who knowes the WORD, he needs not knock. 
 
 TO THE 
 
 Noblest & best of Ladyes, the 
 Countesse of Denbigh. 
 
 Perswading her to Resolution in Religion, 
 
 & to render her selfe without further 
 
 delay into the Communion of 
 
 the Catholick Church. 
 
 WHat heav'n-intreated HEART is This? 
 Stands trembling at the gate of blissej 
 Holds fast the door, yet dares not venture 
 Fairly to open it, and enter. 
 Whose DEFINITION is a doubt 
 Twixt life & death, twixt in & out. 
 Say, lingring fair! why comes the birth 
 Of your brave soul so slowly forth? 
 Plead your pretences (o you strong 
 In wealcnes!) why you choose so long 
 In labor of your selfe to ly, 
 Nor daring quite to live nor dy? 
 Ah linger not, lov'd soul ! & slow 
 And late consent was a long no, 
 Who grants at last, long time tryd 
 And did his best to have deny'd, 
 What magick bolts, what mystick Barres 
 Maintain the will in these strange warres! 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 What fatall, yet fantastick, bands 
 
 Keep The free Heart from it's own hands ! 
 
 So when the year takes cold, we see 
 
 Poor waters their owne prisoners be. 
 
 Fetter'd, & lockt up fast they ly 
 
 In a sad selfe-captivity. 
 
 The' astonisht nymphs their flood's strange fate deplore, 
 
 To see themselves their own severer shore. 
 
 Thou that alone canst thaw this cold, 
 
 And fetch the heart from it's strong Hold; 
 
 Allmighty LOVE ! end this long warr, 
 
 And of a meteor make a starr. 
 
 O fix this fair INDEFINITE. 
 
 And 'mongst thy shafts of soveraign light 
 
 Choose out that sure decisive dart 
 
 Which has the Key of this close heart, 
 
 Knowes all the corners oft, & can controul 
 
 The self-shutt cabinet of an unsearcht soul. 
 
 O let it be at last, love's houre. 
 
 Raise this tall Trophee of thy Powre; 
 
 Come once the conquering way; not to confute 
 
 But kill this rebell-wo[r]d, IRRESOLUTE 
 
 That so, in spite of all this peevish strength 
 
 Of weaknes, she may write RESOLV'D AT LENGTH, 
 
 Unfold at length, unfold fair flowre 
 
 And use the season of love's showre, 
 
 Meet his well-meaning Wounds, wise heart! 
 
 And hast to drink the wholsome dart. 
 
 That healing shaft, which heavn till now 
 
 Hath in love's quiver hid for you. 
 
 O Dart of love ! arrow of light ! 
 
 O happy you, if it hitt right, 
 
 It must not fall in vain, it must 
 
 Not mark the dry regardles dust. 
 
 Fair one, it is your fate; and brings 
 
 ./Eternall worlds upon it's wings. 
 
 Meet it with wide-spread armes; & see 
 
 It's seat your soul's just center be. 
 
 Disband dull feares; give faith the day. 
 
 To save your life, kill your delay 
 
 191
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 It is love's seege; and sure to be 
 
 Your triumph, though his vi&ory. 
 
 'Tis cowardise that keeps this feild 
 
 And want of courage not to yeild. 
 
 Yeild then, 6 yeild. that love may win 
 
 The Fort at last, and let life in. 
 
 Yeild quickly. Lest perhaps you prove 
 
 Death's prey, before the prize of love. 
 
 This Fort of your fair selfe, if't be not won, 
 
 He is repulst indeed; But you'are vndone. 
 
 192
 
 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 TO 
 
 THE NAME 
 
 ABOVE EVERY NAME, 
 THE 
 
 NAME OF 
 
 JESUS : 
 
 A HYMN. 
 
 I Sing the NAME which None can say 
 But touch't with An interiour RAY: 
 The Name of our New PEACE; our Good: 
 Our Blisse : & Supernatural! Blood : 
 The Name of All our Lives & Loves. 
 Hearken, And Help, ye holy Doves! 
 The high-born Brood of Day; you bright 
 Candidates of blissefull Light, 
 The HEIRS Eledl of Love; whose Names belong 
 Unto The everlasting life of Song; 
 All ye wise SOULES, who in the wealthy Brest 
 Of This unbounded NAME build your warm Nest. 
 Awake, MY glory. SOUL, (if such thou be, 
 And That fair WORD at all referr to Thee) 
 
 Awake & sing 
 
 And be All Wing; 
 
 Bring hither thy whole SELF; & let me see 
 What of thy Parent HEAVN yet speakes in thee. 
 
 O thou art Poore 
 
 Of noble POWRES, I see, 
 And full of nothing else but empty ME, 
 Narrow, & low, & infinitely lesse 
 Then this GREAT mornings mighty Busynes. 
 
 One little WORLD or two 
 
 (Alas) will never doe. 
 
 N 193
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 We must have store. 
 Goe, SOUL, out of thy Self, & seek for More. 
 
 Goe & request 
 
 Great NATURE for the KEY of her huge Chest 
 Of Heavns, the self involving Sett of Sphears 
 (Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares) 
 
 Then rouse the nest 
 Of nimble ART, & traverse round 
 The Aiery Shop of soul-appeasing Sound: 
 And beat a summons in the Same 
 
 All-soveraign Name 
 To warn each severall kind 
 And shape of sweetnes, Be they such 
 
 As sigh with supple wind 
 
 Or answer Artfull Touch, 
 That they convene & come away 
 To wait at the love-crowned Doores of 
 
 Th[i]s Illustrious DAY. 
 
 Shall we dare This, my Soul ? we'l doe't and bring 
 No Other note for't, but the Name we sing. 
 
 Wake LUTE & HARP 
 
 And every sweet-lipp't Thing 
 
 That talkes with tunefull string; 
 Start into life, And leap with me 
 Into a hasty Fitt-tun'd Harmony. 
 
 Nor must you think it much 
 
 T'obey my bolder touch; 
 
 I have Authority in LOVE'S name to take you 
 And to the worke of Love this morning wake you ; 
 
 Wake; In the Name 
 Of HIM who never sleeps, All Things that Are, 
 
 Or, what's the same, 
 
 Are Musicall; 
 
 Answer my Call 
 
 And come along; 
 
 Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song. 
 Come, ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth, 
 Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heavn on earth; 
 O you, my Soul's most certain Wings, 
 Complaining Pipes, & prattling Strings, 
 
 194
 
 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 Bring All the store 
 Of SWEETS you have ; And murmur that you have no more. 
 
 Come, nere to part, 
 
 NATURE & ART! 
 
 Come; & come strong, 
 Xo the conspiracy of our Spatious song. 
 
 Bring All the Powres of Praise 
 Your Provinces of well-united WORLDS can raise ; 
 Bring All [your] LUTES & HARPS of HEAVN & EARTH ; 
 What eVe cooperates to The common mirthe 
 
 Vessells of vocall Joyes, 
 
 Or You, more noble Architects of Intellectual! Noise, 
 Cymballs of Heav'n, or Humane sphears, 
 Sollickers of SOULES or EARES; 
 
 And when you'are come, with All 
 That you can bring or we can call; 
 
 O may you fix 
 
 For ever here, & mix 
 
 Your selves into the long 
 And everlasting series of a deathlesse SONG; 
 Mix All your many WORLDS, Above, 
 And loose them into ONE of Love. 
 
 Chear thee my HEART ! 
 
 For Thou too hast thy Part 
 
 And Place in the Great Throng 
 Of This unbounded All-imbracing SONG. 
 
 Powres of my Soul, be Proud! 
 
 And speake lowd 
 
 To All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming Name, 
 And in the wealth of one Rich WORD proclaim 
 New Similes to Nature. 
 
 May it be no wrong 
 
 Blest Heavns, to you, & your Superiour song, 
 That we, dark Sons of Dust & Sorrow, 
 
 A while Dare borrow 
 
 The Name of Your Dilights & our Desires, 
 And fitt it to so farr inferior LYRES. 
 Our Murmurs have their Musick too, 
 Ye mighty ORBES, as well as you, 
 
 Nor yeilds the noblest Nest 
 
 N2 195
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Of warbling SERAPHIM to the eares of Love, 
 A choicer Lesson then the joyfull BREST 
 
 Of a poor panting Turtle-Dove. 
 And we, low Wormes have leave to doe 
 The Same bright Busynes (ye Third HEAVENS) with you. 
 Gentle SPIRITS, doe not complain. 
 
 We will have care 
 
 To keep it fair, 
 And send it back to you again. 
 Come, lovely NAME! Appeare from forth the Bright 
 
 Regions of peacefull Light, 
 Look from thine own Illustrious Home, 
 Fair KING of NAMES, & come. 
 
 Leave All thy native Glories in their Georgeous Nest, 
 And give thy Self a while The gracious Guest 
 Of humble Soules, that seek to find 
 
 The hidden Sweets 
 
 Which man's heart meets 
 When Thou art Master of the Mind. 
 Come, lovely Name; life of our hope! 
 Lo we hold our HEARTS wide ope! 
 Unlock thy Cabinet of DAY 
 Dearest Sweet, & come away. 
 
 Lo how the thirsty Lands 
 Gasp for thy Golden Showres ! with longstretch't Hands. 
 
 Lo how the laboring EARTH 
 
 That hopes to be 
 
 All Heaven by THEE, 
 
 Leapes at thy Birth. 
 The' attending WORLD, to wait thy Rise, 
 
 First turn'd to eyes; 
 And then, not knowing what to doe; 
 Turn'd Them to TEARES, & spent Them too. 
 Come ROYALL Name, & pay the expence 
 Of All this Pretious Patience. 
 
 O come away 
 
 And kill the DEATH of This Delay. 
 O see, so many WORLDS of barren yeares 
 Melted & measur'd out in Seas of TEARES. 
 O see, The WEARY liddes of wakefull Hope 
 
 196
 
 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 (LOVE'S Eastern windowes) All wide ope 
 
 With Curtains drawn, 
 To catch The Day-break of Thy DAWN. 
 O dawn, at last, long look't for Day! 
 Take thine own wings, & come away. 
 Lo, where Aloft it comes ! It comes, Among 
 The Conduct of Adoring SPIRITS, that throng 
 Like diligent Bees, And swarm about it. 
 
 O they are wise; 
 And know what SWEETES are suck't from out it. 
 
 It is the Hive, 
 
 By which they thrive, 
 Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes. 
 Lo where it comes, upon The snowy DOVE'S 
 Soft Back; And brings a Bosom big with Loves. 
 WELCOME to our dark world, Thou 
 
 Womb of Day ! 
 
 Unfold thy fair Conceptions; And display 
 The Birth of our Bright Joyes. 
 
 O thou compacted 
 
 Body of Blessings: spirit of Soules extracted! 
 O dissipate thy spicy Powres 
 (Clowd of condensed sweets) & break upon us 
 
 In balmy showrs; 
 
 O fill our senses, And take from us 
 All force of so Prophane a Fallacy 
 To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee. 
 Fair, flowry Name; In none but Thee 
 And Thy Ne&areall Fragrancy, 
 
 Hourly there meetes 
 An universall SYNOD of All sweets; 
 By whom it is defined Thus 
 
 That no Perfume 
 
 For ever shall presume 
 To passe for Odoriferous, 
 But such alone whose sacred Pedigree 
 Can prove it Self some kin (sweet name) to Thee. 
 SWEET NAME, in Thy each Syllable 
 A Thousand Blest ARABIAS dwell; 
 A Thousand Hills of Frankincense; 
 
 197
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Mountains of myrrh, & Beds of species, 
 And ten Thousand PARADISES, 
 The soul that tasts thee takes from thence 
 How many unknown WORLDS there are 
 Of Comforts, which Thou hast in keeping! 
 How many Thousand Mercyes there 
 In Pitty's soft lap ly a sleeping! 
 Happy he who has the art 
 
 To awake them, 
 
 And to take them 
 
 Home, & lodge them in his HEART. 
 O that it were as it was wont to be! 
 When thy old Freinds of Fire, All full of Thee, 
 Fought against Frowns with smiles; gave Glorious chase 
 To Persecutions; And against the Face 
 Of DEATH & feircest Dangers, durst with Brave 
 And sober pace march on to meet A GRAVE. 
 On their Bold BRESTS about the world they bore thee 
 And to the Teeth of Hell stood up to teach thee, 
 In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee, 
 Where Rackes & Torments striv'd, in vain, to reach thee. 
 
 Little, alas, thought They 
 Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds, 
 
 Their Fury but made way 
 
 For Thee; And serv'd them in Thy glorious ends. 
 What did Their weapons but with wider pores 
 Inlarge thy flaming-brested Lovers 
 
 More freely to transpire 
 
 That impatient Fire 
 
 The Heart that hides Thee hardly covers. 
 What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores 
 For Thee: Fair, purple Doores, of love's devising; 
 The Ruby windowes which inrich't the EAST 
 Of Thy so oft repeated Rising. 
 Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning; 
 And reinthron'd thee in thy Rosy Nest, 
 With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning, 
 It was the witt of love 6reflowd the Bounds 
 Of WRATH, & made thee way through All Those WOUNDS. 
 Wellcome dear, All- Adored Name! 
 
 198
 
 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 For sure there is no Knee 
 
 That knowes not THEE. 
 Or if there be such sonns of shame, 
 
 Alas what will they doe 
 
 When stubborn Rocks shall bow 
 And Hills hang down their Heavn-saluting Heads 
 
 To seek for humble Beds 
 
 Of Dust, where in the Bashfull shades of night 
 Next to their own low NOTHING they may ly, 
 And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread majesty. 
 They that by Love's mild Dictate now 
 
 Will not adore thee, 
 Shall Then with Just Confusion, bow 
 
 And break before thee. 
 
 199
 
 IN 
 
 THE HOLY 
 
 NATIVITY 
 
 O F 
 
 OUR LORD GOD 
 
 A 
 
 HYMN 
 
 SUNG AS BY THE 
 SHEPHEARDS. 
 
 200
 
 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 THE 
 HYMN. 
 
 CHOR US. 
 
 CO me we shepheards whose blest Sight 
 Hath mett love's Noon in Nature's night; 
 Come lift we up our loftyer Song 
 And wake the SUN that lyes too long. 
 
 To all our world of well-stoln joy 
 He slept; and dream't of no such thing. 
 
 While we found out Heavn's fairer ey 
 And Kis't the Cradle of our KING. 
 
 Tell him He rises now, too late 
 To show us ought worth looking at. 
 
 Tell him we now can show Him more 
 Then He e're show'd to mortall Sight; 
 
 Then he Himselfe e're saw before; 
 Which to be seen needes not His light. 
 
 Tell him, Tityrus, where th'hast been 
 Tell him, Thy[r]sis, what th-hast seen. 
 
 Tityrus. Gloomy night embrac't the Place 
 Where The Noble Infant lay. 
 
 The BABE look't up & shew'd his Face; 
 In spite of Darknes, it was DAY. 
 
 It was THY day, SWEET! & did rise 
 Not from the EAST, but from thine EYES. 
 
 Chorus It was THY day, Sweet 
 
 Thyrs. WINTER chidde aloud; & sent 
 The angry North to wage his warres. 
 
 The North forgott his feirce Intent; 
 And left perfumes in stead of scarres. 
 
 By those sweet eye[s'] persuasive powrs 
 Where he mean't frost, he scatter'd flowrs. 
 
 Chorus By those sweet eyes' 
 
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 Both, We saw thee in thy baulmy Nest, 
 Young dawn of our aeternall DAY ! 
 
 We saw thine eyes break from their EA[S]TE 
 And chase the trembling shades away. 
 
 We saw thee; & we blest the sight, 
 We saw thee by thine own sweet light. 
 
 Tity. Poor WORLD (said I.) what wilt thou doe 
 To entertain this starry STRANGER? 
 
 Is this the best thou canst bestow? 
 A cold, and not too cleanly, manger? 
 
 Contend, the powres of heav'n & earth. 
 To fitt a bed for this huge birthe. 
 
 Cho. Contend the powers 
 
 Thy[r~\. Proud world, said I; cease your contest 
 And let the MIGHTY BABE alone. 
 
 The Phasnix builds the Phaenix' nest. 
 Lov's architecture is his own. 
 
 The BABE whose birth embraves this morn, 
 Made his own bed e're he was born. 
 
 Cho. The BABE whose. 
 
 T/[/]. I saw the curl'd drops, soft & slow, 
 Come hovering o're the place's head; 
 
 Offring their whitest sheets of snow 
 To furnish the fair INFANT'S bed : 
 
 Forbear, said I; be not too bold. 
 Your fleece is white But t'is too cold. 
 
 Cho. Forbear, sayd I 
 
 Thyr. I saw the obsequious SERAPHIMS 
 Their rosy fleece of fire bestow. 
 
 For well they now can spare their wing. 
 Since HEAVN it self lyes here below. 
 
 Well done, said I: but are you sure 
 Your down so warm, will passe for pure? 
 
 Cho. Well done sayd I 
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 Tit. No no, your KING'S not yet to seeke 
 Where to repose his Royall HEAD 
 
 See see, how soon his new-bloom'd CHEEK. 
 Twixt's mother's brests is gone to bed. 
 
 Sweet choise, said we! no way but so 
 Not to ly cold, yet slep in snow. 
 
 Cho. Sweet choise, said we. 
 
 Both. We saw thee in thy baulmy nest, 
 Bright dawn of our aeternall Day! 
 
 We saw thine eyes break from thir EAST 
 And chase the trembling shades away. 
 
 We saw thee: & we blest the sight. 
 We saw thee, by thine own sweet light. 
 
 Cho. We saw thee, &c. 
 
 FULL CHOR US. 
 
 Wellcome, all WONDERS in one sight! 
 ./Eternity shutt in a span. 
 
 Sommer in Winter. Day in Night. 
 Heaven in earth, & GOD in MAN. 
 
 Great little one! whose all-embracing birth 
 Lifts earth to heaven, stoopes heav'n to earth. 
 
 WELLCOME. Though nor to gold nor silk, 
 To more then Caesar's birth right is ; 
 
 Two sister-seas of Virgin-Milk, 
 With many a rarely-temper'd kisse 
 
 That brea[t]hes at once both MAID & MOTHER, 
 Warmes in the one, cooles in the other. 
 
 WELCOME, though not to those gay flyes 
 Guilded ith' Beames of earthly kings ; 
 
 Slippery soules in smiling eyes ; 
 But to poor Shepheards, home-spun things : 
 
 Whose Wealth's their flock ; whose witt, to be 
 Well read in their simplicity. 
 
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 Yet when young April's husband showrs 
 Shall blesse the fruitfull Maia's bed 
 
 We'l bring the First-born of her flowrs 
 To kisse thy FEET & crown thy HEAD. 
 
 To thee, dread lamb ! whose love must keep 
 The shepheards, more then they the sheep. 
 
 To THEE, meek Majesty ! soft KING 
 Of simple GRACES & sweet LOVES. 
 
 Each of us his lamb will bring 
 Each his pair of sylver Doves; 
 
 Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes, 
 Our selves become our own best SACRIFICE. 
 
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 NEW YEAR'S 
 DAY. 
 
 Rise, thou best & brightest morning ! 
 Rosy with a double Red; 
 With thine own blush thy cheeks adorning 
 And the dear drops this day were shed. 
 
 All the purple pride that laces 
 The crimson curtains of thy bed, 
 
 Guilds thee not with so sweet graces 
 Nor setts thee in so rich a red. 
 
 Of all the fair-cheek't flowrs that fill thee 
 None so fair thy bosom strowes, 
 
 As this modest maiden lilly 
 Our sins have sham'd into a rose. 
 
 Bid thy golden GOD, the Sun, 
 Burnisht in his best beames rise, 
 
 Put all his red-ey'd Rubies on ; 
 These Rubies shall putt out their eyes. 
 
 Let him make poor the purple east, 
 Search what the world's close cabinets keep, 
 
 Rob the rich births of each bright nest 
 That flaming in their fair beds sleep, 
 
 Let him embrave his own bright tresses 
 With a new morning made of gemmes ; 
 
 And wear, in those his wealthy dresses, 
 Another Day of Diadems. 
 
 When he hath done all he may 
 To make himselfe rich in his rise, 
 
 All will be darknes to the Day 
 That breakes from one of these bright eyes. 
 
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 And soon this sweet truth shall appear 
 Dear BABE, ere many dayes be done, 
 
 The morn shall come to meet thee here, 
 And leave her own negle&ed Sun. 
 
 Here are Beautyes shall bereave him 
 Of all his eastern Paramours. 
 
 His Persian Lovers all shall leave him, 
 And swear faith to thy sweeter Powres. 
 
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 THE GLORIOUS 
 
 EPIPHANIE 
 
 OF OUR LORD 
 
 GOD, 
 
 A HYMN. 
 
 SUNG AS BY THE 
 
 THREE KINGS 
 
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 (i. KINGE.) 
 
 B Right BABE ! Whose awfull beautyes make 
 The morn incurr a sweet mistake ; 
 (2.) For whom the'officious heavns devise 
 To disinheritt the sun's rise, 
 (3.) Delicately to displace 
 The Day, & plant it fairer in thy facej 
 [i.] O thou born KING of loves, 
 
 [2.] Of lights, 
 
 [3.] Of joyes ! 
 (Cho.) Look up, sweet BABE, look up & see 
 
 For love of Thee 
 
 Thus farr from home 
 
 The EAST is come 
 To seek her self in thy sweet Eyes. 
 (i.) We, who strangely went astray, 
 
 Lost in a bright 
 
 Meridian night, 
 (2.) A Darkenes made of too much day, 
 
 (3.) Becken'd from farr 
 
 By thy fair starr, 
 Lo at last have found our way. 
 
 (Cbo.) To THEE, thou DAY of night ! thou east of west 
 Lo we at last have found the way. 
 To thee, the world's great universal east, 
 The Generall & indifferent DAY. 
 (i.) All-circling point. All centring sphear. 
 The world's one, round, ./Eternall year. 
 (2.) Whose full & all-un wrinkled face 
 Nor sinks nor swells with time or place ; 
 (3.) But every where & every while 
 Is One Consistent solid smile; 
 
 (i.) Not vext & tost 
 
 (2.) 'Twixt spring & frost, 
 (3.) Nor by alternate shredds of light 
 Sordidly shifting hands with shades & night. 
 (Cbo.) O little all! in thy embrace 
 The world lyes warm, & likes his place. 
 
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 Nor does his full Globe fail to be 
 Kist on Both his cheeks by Thee. 
 Time is too narrow for thy YEAR 
 Nor makes the whole WORLD thy half-sp[h]ear. 
 
 (i.) To Thee, to Thee 
 
 From him we flee 
 
 (2.) From HIM, whom by a more illustrious ly, 
 The blindnes of the world did call the eye ; 
 (3.) To HIM, who by These mortall clouds hast made 
 
 Thy self our sun, though thine own shade, 
 (i.) Farewell, the wo[r]ld's false light. 
 
 Farewell, the white 
 
 JEgypt ! a long farewell to thee 
 
 Bright IDOL; black IDOLATRY. 
 The dire face of inferior DARkNES, kis't 
 And courted in the pompus mask of a more specious mist. 
 
 (2.) Farewell, farewell 
 
 The proud & misplac't gates of hell, 
 
 Pertch't, in the morning's way 
 And double-guilded as the doores of DAY. 
 The deep hypocrisy of DEATH & NIGHT 
 More desperately dark, Because more bright. 
 
 (3.) Welcome, the world's sure Way! 
 
 HEAVN'S wholsom ray. 
 
 (Cbo.) Wellcome to us ; and we 
 
 (SWEET) to our selves, in THEE. 
 (i.) The deathles HEIR of all thy FATHER'S day! 
 
 (2.) Decently Born. 
 
 Embosom'd in a much more Rosy MORN, 
 The Blushes of thy All-unblemish't mother. 
 
 (3.) No more that other 
 
 Aurora shall sett ope 
 Her ruby casements, or hereafter hope 
 
 From mortall eyes 
 
 To meet Religious welcomes at her rise. 
 (Cbo.) We (Pretious ones!) in you have won 
 A gentler MORN, a juster sun. 
 (i.) His superficiall Beames sun-burn 't our skin; 
 
 (2.) But left within 
 (3.) The night & winter still of death & sin. 
 
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 (Cbo.) Thy softer yet more certaine DARTS 
 Spare our eyes, but peirce our HARTS. 
 (i.) Therfore with His proud persian spoiles 
 (2.) We court thy more concerning smiles. 
 
 (3.) Therfore with his Disgrace 
 We guild the humble cheek of this chast place ; 
 (C0.) And at thy FEET powr forth his FACE. 
 (i.) The doating nations now no more 
 Shall any day but THINE adore. 
 (2.) Nor (much lesse) shall they leave these eyes 
 For cheap ./Egyptian Deityes. 
 (3.) In whatsoe're more Sacred shape 
 Of Ram, He-goat, or reverend ape, 
 Those beauteous ravishers opprest so sore 
 The too-hard-tempted nations. 
 
 (i.) Never more 
 By wanton heyfer shall be worn 
 (2.) A Garland, or a guilded horn. 
 The altar-stall'd ox, fatt OSYRIS now 
 
 With his fair sister cow, 
 
 (3.) Shall kick the clouds no more; But lean & tame, 
 (Cho.) See his horn'd face, & dy for shame. 
 And MITHRA now shall be no name, 
 (i.) No longer shall the immodest lust 
 Of Adulterous GODLES dust 
 (2.) Fly in the face of heav'n ; As if it were 
 The poor world's Fault that he is fair. 
 (3.] Nor with perverse loves & Religious RAPES 
 Revenge thy Bountyes in their beauteous shapes ; 
 And punish Best Things worst ; Because they stood 
 Guilty of being much for them too Good, 
 [i.] Proud sons of death! that durst compell 
 Heav'n it self to find them hell; 
 [2.] And by strange witt of madnes wrest 
 From this world's EAST the other's WEST. 
 [3.] All-Idolizing wormes ! that thus could crowd 
 And urge Their sun into thy cloud; 
 Forcing his sometimes eclips'd face to be 
 A long deliquium to the light of thee. 
 [Q,ho.~\ Alas with how much heavyer shade 
 
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 The shamefac't lamp hung down his head 
 
 For that one eclipse he made 
 
 Then all those he suffered! 
 
 [i.] For this he look't so bigg; & every morn 
 With a red face confes't this scorn. 
 Or hiding his vex't cheeks in a hir'd mist 
 Kept them from being so unkindly kis't. 
 [2.] It was for this the day did rise 
 
 So oft with blubber'd eyes. 
 For this the evening wept ; and we ne're knew 
 
 But call'd it deaw. 
 
 [3.] This dayly wrong 
 
 Silenc't the morning-sons, & damp't their song; 
 [C0.] Nor was't our deafnes, but our sins, that thus 
 Long made th'Harmonious orbes all mute to us. 
 
 [i.] Time has a day in store 
 
 When this so proudly poor 
 And self-oppressed spark, that has so long 
 By the love-sick world bin made 
 Not so much their sun as SHADE, 
 Weary of this Glorious wrong 
 From them & from himself shall flee 
 For shelter to the shadow of thy TREE ; 
 [C/>0.] Proud to have gain'd this pretious losse 
 And chang'd his false crown for thy CROSSE. 
 [2.] That dark Day's clear doom shall define 
 Whose is the Master FIRE, which sun should shine. 
 That sable [j]udgment-seat shall by new lawes 
 Decide & settle the Great cause 
 Of controverted light, 
 
 [C^o.j And natur's wrongs rejoyce to doe thee Right. 
 [3.] That forfeiture of noon to night shall pay 
 All the idolatrous thefts done by this night of day; 
 And the Great Penitent presse his own pale lipps 
 With an elaborate love-eclipse 
 
 To which the low world's lawes 
 Shall lend no cause 
 
 [CA0.] Save those domestick which he borrowes 
 From our sins & his own sorrowes. 
 [i.] Three sad hour[s'J sackcloth then shall show to us 
 
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 His penance, as our fault, conspicuous. 
 [2.] And he more needfully & nobly prove 
 The nation's terror now then erst their love. 
 3.] Their hated loves changd into wholsom feares, 
 ChoJ] The shutting of his eye shall open Theirs. 
 "i.] As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of day 
 Miss-ledde before they lost their way, 
 So shall they, by the seasonable fright 
 Of an unseasonable night, 
 
 Loosing it once again, stumble'on true LIGHT. 
 [2.] And as before his too-bright eye 
 Was Their more blind idolatry, 
 So his officious blindines now shall be 
 Their black, but faithfull perspective of thee j 
 
 [3.] His new prodigious night, 
 Their new & admirable light ; 
 The supernaturall DAWN of Thy pure day. 
 
 While wondring they 
 (The happy converts now of him 
 Whom they compell'd before to be their sin) 
 
 Shall henceforth see 
 To kisse him only as their rod 
 Whom they so long courted as GOD, 
 [C/>0.] And their best use of him they worship't be 
 To learn, of Him at lest, to worship Thee, 
 [i.] It was their Weaknes woo'd his beauty; 
 
 But it shall be 
 
 Their wisdome now, as well as duty, 
 To'injoy his Blott ; & as a large black letter 
 Use it to spell Thy beautyes better ; 
 And make the night i[t] self their [tjorch to thee. 
 [2.] By the oblique ambush of this close night 
 
 Couch't in that conscious shade 
 The right-ey'd Areopagite 
 Shall with a vigorous guesse invade 
 And catche thy quick reflex ; and sharply see 
 
 On this dark Grou[n]d 
 
 To d[e]scant THEE. 
 [3.] O prize of the rich SPIRIT ! with that feirce chase 
 
 Of this strong soul, shall he 
 
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 Leap at thy lofty FACE, 
 And s[e]ize the swift Flash, in rebound 
 From this o[b]sequious cloud 5 
 
 Once call'd a sun ; 
 
 Till dearly thus undone, 
 
 [C/>0.] Till thus triumphantly tam'd (o ye two 
 Twinne SUNNES!) & taught now to negotiate you. 
 [i.] Thus shall that reverend child of light, 
 [2.] By being scholler first of that new night, 
 Come forth Great master of the mystick day; 
 [3.] And teach obscure MANKIND a more close way 
 By the frugall negati[v]e light 
 Of a most wise & well-abused Night 
 To read more legible thine originall Ray, 
 [Cbo.~\ And make our Darknes serve THY day; 
 Maintaining t'wixt thy world & ours 
 A commerce of contrary powres, 
 
 A mutuall trade 
 
 'Twixt sun & SHADE, 
 By confederat BLAck & WHITE 
 Borrowing day & lending night. 
 
 [i.] Thus we, who when with all the noble powres 
 That (at thy cost) are call'd, not vainly, ours 
 
 We vow to make brave way 
 Upwards, & presse on for, the pure intelligentiall Prey; 
 
 [2.J At lest to play 
 
 The amorous Spyes 
 
 And peep & proffer at thy sparkling Throne ; 
 [3.] In stead of bringing in the blissfull PRIZE 
 
 And fastening on Thine eyes, 
 
 Forfeit our own 
 
 And nothing gain 
 
 But more Ambitious losse, at lest of brain ; 
 [C^o.] Now by abased liddes shall learn to be 
 Eagles ; and shutt our eyes that we may see. 
 
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 The Close. 
 
 Therfore to THEE & thine Auspitious ray 
 
 (Dread sweet!) lo thus 
 
 At lest by us, 
 The delegated EYE of DAY 
 Does first his Scepter, then HIMSELF in solemne Tribute pay. 
 
 Thus he undresses 
 
 His sacred unshorn treses ; 
 At thy adored FEET, thus, he layes down 
 
 ["i.l His gorgeous tire 
 
 L J O O 
 
 Of flame & nre, 
 
 2.] His glittering ROBE, [3.] his sparkling CROWN, 
 
 i.] His GOLD, [2.] his MIRRH, [3.] his FRANKINCENCE, 
 
 Cho.~\ To which He now has no pretence. 
 
 ? or being show'd by this day's light, how farr 
 He is from sun enough to make THY starr, 
 His best ambition now, is but to be 
 Somthing a brighter SHADOW (sweet) of thee. 
 Or on heavn's azure forhead high to stand 
 Thy golden index ; with a duteous Hand 
 Pointing us Home to our own sun 
 The world's & his HYPERION. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 TO THE 
 
 QJLJ EEN'S 
 
 MAJESTY.- 
 
 A DAME. 
 
 'Mongst those long rowes of c[r]ownes that guild your race, 
 
 These Royall sages sue for decent place. 
 
 The day-break of the nations ; their first ray j 
 
 When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Christian DAY. 
 
 And smil'd i'th' BABE'S bright face, the purpling Bud 
 
 And Rosy dawn of the right Royall blood; 
 
 Fair first-fruits of the LAMB. Sure KINGS in this ; 
 
 They took a kingdom while they gave a kisse. 
 
 But the world's Homage, scarse in These well blown, 
 
 We read in you (Rare Queen) ripe & full-grown. 
 
 For from this day's rich seed of Diadems 
 
 Does rise a radiant croppe of Royalle stemms, 
 
 A Golden harvest of crown'd heads, that meet 
 
 And crowd for kisses from the LAMB'S white feet. 
 
 In this Illustrious throng, your lofty floud 
 
 Swells high, fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud ! 
 
 With your bright head whose groves of scepters bend 
 
 Their wealthy tops ; & for these feet contend. 
 
 So swore the LAMB'S dread fire. And so we see't. 
 
 Crownes, & the HEADS they kisse, must court these FEET. 
 
 Fix here, fair Majesty ! May your Heart ne're misse 
 
 To reap new CROWNES & KINGDOMS from that kisse. 
 
 Nor may we misse the joy to meet in you 
 
 The aged honors of this day still new. 
 
 May the great time, in you, still greater be 
 
 While all the YEAR is your EPIPHANY, 
 
 While your each day's devotion duly brings 
 
 Three KINGDOMES to supply this day's three KINGS. 
 
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 OFFICE 
 
 OF 
 THE HO 
 
 L Y 
 
 CROSSE 
 
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 THE 
 
 HO WRES 
 FOR THE HOUR OF 
 
 M A T I N E S. 
 
 The Versicle. 
 LORD, by thy Sweet & Saving SIGN, 
 
 The Responsory. 
 
 Defend us from our foes & Thine. 
 y. Thou shallt open my lippes, O LORD. 
 1^. And my mouth shall shew forth thy Prayse. 
 Jl. O GOD make speed to save me. 
 
 . O LORD make hast to help me. 
 LORY be to the FATHER, 
 and to the SON, 
 and to the H. GHOST. 
 
 As it was in the beginning, is now, & ever shall be, world 
 without end. Amen. 
 
 THE HYMN. 
 
 THe wakefull Matines hast to sing, 
 The unknown sorrows of our king, 
 The FATHER'[S] word & wisdom, made 
 MAN, for man, by man's betraid; 
 The world's price sett to sale, & by the bold 
 Merchants of Death & sin, is bought & sold. 
 Of his Best Freinds (yea of himself) forsaken, 
 By his worst foes (because he would) beseig'd & taken. 
 
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 The Antiphona. 
 
 All hail, fair TREE. 
 Whose Fruit we be. 
 What song shall raise 
 Thy seemly praise. 
 Who broughtst to light 
 Life out of death, Day out of night. 
 
 The Versicle. 
 
 Lo, we adore thee, 
 Dread LAMB ! And bow thus low before thee, 
 
 The Responsor. 
 
 'Cause, by the covenant of thy CROSSE, 
 Thou'hast sav'd at once the whole world's losse. 
 
 The Prayer. 
 
 OLord JESU-CHRIST, son of the living GOD! interpose, 
 I pray thee, thine own pretious death, thy CROSSE & 
 Passion, betwixt my soul & thy judgment, now & in the hour 
 of my death. And vouchsafe to graunt unto me thy grace & 
 mercy; unto all quick & dead, remission & rest; to thy church 
 peace & concord; to us sinners life & glory everlasting. Who 
 livest and reignest with the FATHER, in the unity of the HOLY 
 GHOST, one GOD, world without end. Amen. 
 
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 FOR THE HOUR OF 
 
 PRIME. 
 
 The fersicle. 
 Lord by thy sweet & saving SIGN. 
 
 The Responsor. 
 
 Defend us from our foes & thine. 
 Jl , Thou shalt open, 
 ty. And my mouth. 
 y ' . O GOD make speed, 
 ty. O LORD make hast. 
 
 Glory be to. 
 
 As it was in. 
 
 THE HYMN. 
 
 e early PRIME blushes to say 
 X She could not rise so soon, as they 
 Call'd Pilat up; to try if He 
 Could lend them any cruelty. 
 
 Their hands with lashes arm'd, their toungs with lyes. 
 And loathsom spittle, blott those beauteous eyes, 
 The blissfull springs of joy ; from whose all-chearing Ray 
 The fair Starrs fill their wakefull fires the sun himselfe drinks 
 Day. 
 
 The Antipho\ri\a. 
 
 Victorious SIGN 
 That now dost shine, 
 Transcrib'd above 
 Into the land of light & love ; 
 
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 O let us twine 
 Our rootes with thine, 
 That we may rise 
 Upon thy wings, & reach the skyes. 
 
 The Versicle. 
 
 Lo we adore thee 
 Dread LAMB! and fall 
 
 Thus low before thee 
 
 The Responsor. 
 
 'Cause by the Convenant of thy CROSSE 
 Thou'hast sav'd at once the whole world's losse. 
 
 The Pray\_e~\r. 
 
 OL[or]d J E s u-C H R I ST son of the living [G]oD ! interpose, 
 I pray thee, thine own pretious death, thy CROSSE & 
 Passion, betwixt my soul & thy judgment, now & in the hour 
 of my death. And vouchsafe to graunt unto me thy grace & 
 mercy; unto all quick & dead, remission & rest; to thy church 
 peace & concord; to us sinners life & glory everlasting. Who 
 livest and reignest with the FATHER, in the unity of the HOLY 
 GHOST, one GOD, world without end. Amen. 
 
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 THE THIRD. 
 
 The Fersic/e. 
 
 Lord, by thy sweet & saving SIGN 
 The Responsor. 
 
 Defend us from our foes & thine, 
 
 y. Thou shalt open. 
 
 ty. And my mouth. 
 
 y. O GOD make speed, 
 
 ty. O LORD make hast. 
 
 y. Glory be to. 
 
 ty. As it was in the. 
 
 THE HYMN. 
 
 THe Third hour's deafen'd with the cry 
 Of crucify him, crucify. 
 So goes the vote (nor ask them, Why?) 
 Live Barabbas ! & let GOD dy. 
 But there is witt in wrath, and they will try 
 A HAIL more cruell the[n] their crucify. 
 For while in sport he weares a spitefull crown, 
 The serious showres along his decent 
 Face run sadly down. 
 
 The Antiphona. 
 
 CHRIST when he dy'd 
 
 Deceivd [t]he CROSSEJ 
 
 And on death's side 
 
 Threw all the losse. 
 The captive world awak't, & found 
 The prisoners loose, the Ja[yl]or bound. 
 
 The Persicle. 
 Lo we adore thee 
 Dread LAMB, & fall 
 
 thus low before thee 
 
 The Responsor. 
 
 'Cause by the convenant of thy CROSSE 
 Thou'hast sav'd at once the whole wor[l]d's losse. 
 
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 The Prayer. 
 
 OLord JESU-CHRIST, son of the living God! interpose, 
 I pray thee, thine own pretious death, thy CROSSE & 
 Passion, betwixt my soul & thy judgment, now & in the hour 
 of my death. And vouchsafe to graunt unto me thy grace & 
 mercy; unto all quick & dead, remission & rest; to thy church 
 peace & concord; to us sinners life & glory everlasting. Who 
 livest and reignest with the FATHER, in the unity of the HOLY 
 GHOST, one GOD, [wjorld without end. Amen. 
 
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 THE SIXT. 
 
 The Versicle. 
 Lord by thy sweet & saving SIGN, 
 
 The Responsor. 
 
 Defend us from our foes & thine. 
 
 y. Thou shalt open, 
 
 ty. And my mouth. 
 
 Jr. O GOD make speed. 
 
 1^. O LORD make hast. 
 
 JT. Glory be 
 
 ty. As it was in 
 
 THE HIMN. 
 
 NOw is The noon of sorrow's night; 
 High in his patience, as their spite. 
 Lo the faint LAMB, with weary limb 
 Beares that huge tree which must bear Him. 
 That fatall plant, so great of fame 
 For fruit of sorrow & of shame, 
 Shall swell with both for HIM; & mix 
 All woes into one CRUCIFIX. 
 Is tortur'd Thirst, it selfe, too sweet a cup? 
 GALL, & more bitter mocks, shall make it up. 
 Are NAILES blunt pens of superficiall smart? 
 Contempt & scorn can send sure wounds to search the inmost 
 Heart. 
 
 The Antiphona. 
 
 O deare & sweet Dispute 
 
 'Twixt death's & Love's farr different FRUIT! 
 
 Different as farr 
 As antidotes & poysons are. 
 
 By that first fatall TREE 
 Both life & liberty 
 Were sold and slain; 
 By this they both look up, & live again. 
 
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 The Versicle. 
 
 Lo we adore thee 
 Dread LAMB! & bow thus low before thee; 
 
 The Responsor. 
 
 'Cause by the convenant of thy CROSSE 
 Thou'hast sav'd the world from certain losse. 
 
 The Prayer. 
 
 OLord JESU-CHRIST, son of the living GOD! interpose, 
 I pray thee, thine own pretious death, thy CROSSE & 
 Passion, betwixt my soul & thy judgment, now & in the hour 
 of my death. And vouchsafe to graunt unto me thy grace & 
 mercy; unto all quick & dead, remission & rest; to thy church 
 peace & concord ; to us sinners life & glory everlasting. Who 
 livest and reignest with the FATHER, in the unity of the HOLY 
 GHOST, one GOD, world without end. Amen. 
 
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 THE NINTH. 
 
 The Versicle. 
 Lord by thy sweet & saving SIGN. 
 
 The Responsor. 
 
 Defend us from our foes & thine. 
 y. Thou shalt open, 
 ty. And my mouth. 
 7?. O GOD make speed. 
 1%. O LORD make hast. 
 Glory be to. 
 As it was in. 
 
 THE HYMN. 
 
 THe ninth with awfull horror hearkened to those groanes 
 Which taught attention ev'n to ro[c]ks & stones. 
 Hear, FATHER, hear! thy LAMB (at last) complaines. 
 Of some more painfull thing then all his paines. 
 Then bowes his all-obedient head, & dyes 
 His own lov's, & our sin's GREAT SACRIFICE. 
 The sun saw That; And would have seen no more 
 The center shook. Her uselesse veil th'inglorious Temple 
 tore. 
 
 The Antiphona. 
 O strange mysterious strife 
 Of open DEATH & hidden LIFE! 
 When on the crosse my king did bleed, 
 LIFE seem'd to dy, DEATH dy'd indeed. 
 
 The Versicle. 
 Lo we adore thee 
 D[rea]d LAMB! and fall 
 
 thus low before thee 
 
 The Responsor. 
 
 'Cause by the convenant of thy CROSSE 
 Thou'hast sav'd at once the whole wor[l]d's losse. 
 
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 The Prayer. 
 
 OLord JESU-CHRIST, son of the living GOD! interpose, 
 I pray thee, thine own pretious death, thy CROSSE & 
 Passion, betwixt my soul & thy judgment, now & in the hour 
 of my death. And vouchsafe to graunt unto me thy grace & 
 mercy; unto all quick & dead, remission & rest; to thy church 
 peace & concord ; to us sinners life & glory everlasting. Who 
 livest and reignest with the FATHER, in the unity of the HOLY 
 GHOST, one GOD, world without end. Amen. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 EVENSONG. v 
 
 The Versicle. 
 
 Lord, by thy sweet & saving SIGN 
 The Responsor. 
 
 Defend us from our foes & thine. 
 
 y. Thou shalt open. 
 
 R?. And my mouth. 
 
 y. O GOD make speed. 
 
 ty. O LORD make hast. 
 
 y. Glory be to. 
 
 ty. As it was in the. 
 
 THE HYMN. 
 
 BUt there were Rocks would not relent at This. 
 Lo, for their own hearts, they rend his. 
 Their deadly hate lives still ; & hath 
 A wild reserve of wanton wrath; 
 Superfluous SPEAR! But there's a HEART stands by 
 Will look no wounds be lost, no deaths shall dy. 
 Gather now thy Greif's ripe FRUIT. Great mother-maid! 
 Then sitt thee down, & sing thine Ev'nsong in the sad 
 TREE'S shade. 
 
 The Antiphona. 
 
 O sad, sweet TREE! 
 
 Wofull & joy full we 
 Both weep & sing in shade of thee. 
 When the dear NAILES did lock 
 And graft into thy gracious Stock 
 
 The hope; the health, 
 
 The worth, the wealth 
 Of all the ransom'd WORLD, thou hadst the power 
 
 (In that propitious Hour) 
 
 To poise each pretious limb, 
 
 And prove how light the World was, when it weighd with 
 HIM. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Wide maist thou spred 
 
 Thine Armesj And with thy bright & blisfull head 
 O'relook all Libanus. Thy lofty crown 
 The king himself is; Thou his humble THRONE. 
 Where yeilding & yet conquering he 
 Prov'd a new path of patient Victory. 
 When wondring death by death was slain, 
 And our Captivity his Captive ta'ne. 
 
 The Veriicle. 
 Lo we adore thee 
 Dread LAMB ! & bow thus low before thee ; 
 
 The Responsor. 
 
 'Cause by the convenant of thy CROSSE. 
 Thou'hast sav'd the world from certain losse. 
 
 The Prayer. 
 O lord JESU-CHRIST, son of the living, &c. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 COMPLINE. 
 
 The Fersicle. 
 
 Lord by thy sweet & saving SIGN, 
 The Responsor. 
 
 Defend us from our foes & thine, 
 y. Thou shalt open. 
 1^. And my mouth. 
 y. O GOD make speed, 
 ty. O LORD make hast, 
 y. Glory be 
 ty. As it was in 
 
 THE HIMN. 
 r I "'He Complin hour comes last, to call 
 
 J_ Us to our own LIVE'S funerall. 
 Ah hartlesse task ! yet hope takes head ; 
 And lives in Him that here lyes dead. 
 Run, MARY, run! Bring hither all the BLEST 
 ARABIA, for thy Royall Phoenix'nestj 
 Pour on thy noblest sweets, Which, when they touch 
 This sweeter BODY, shall indeed be such. 
 But must thy bed, lord, be a borow'd grave 
 Who lend'st to all things All the LIFE they have. 
 O rather use this HEART, thus farr a fitter STONE, 
 'Cause, though a hard & cold one, yet it is thine owne. 
 Amen. 
 
 The Antipkona. 
 
 O save us then 
 
 Mercyfull KING of men ! 
 
 Since thou wouldst needs be thus 
 A SAVIOUR, & at such a rate, for us} 
 
 Save us, o save us, lord. 
 We now will own no shorter wish, nor name a narrower word. 
 
 Thy blood bids us be bold. 
 
 Thy Wounds give us fair hold. 
 
 Thy Sorrows chide our shame. 
 Thy Crosse, thy Nature, & thy name 
 
 Advance our claim 
 
 And cry with one accord 
 
 Save them, o save them, lord. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 THE 
 RECOMMENDATION. 
 
 THese Houres, & that which hover's o're my END, 
 Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I, commend. 
 
 Take Both to Thine Account, that I & mine 
 In that Hour, & in these, may be all thine. 
 
 That as I dedicate my devoutest BREATH 
 
 To make a kind of LIFE for my lord's DEATH, 
 
 So from his living, & life-giving DEATH, 
 
 My dying LIFE may draw a new, & never fleeting BREATH. 
 
 UPON 
 
 THE 
 
 H. SEPULCHER. 
 
 Here where our LORD once lay'd his Head, 
 Now the grave lyes Buryed. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 VEXILLA REGIS, 
 
 THE 
 
 HYMN i / ; /;;.; 
 
 OF THE HOLY 
 CROSSE. 
 
 i. 
 
 LOok up, languisting Soul! Lo where the fair 
 BADG of thy faith calls back thy care, 
 And biddes thee ne're forget 
 Thy life is one long Debt 
 Of love to Him, who on this painfull TREE 
 Paid back the flesh he took for thee. 
 
 II. 
 
 Lo, how the streames of life, from that full nest 
 Of loves, thy lord's too liberall brest, 
 
 Flow in an amorous floud 
 
 Of WATER wedding BLOOD. 
 
 With these he wash't thy stain, transfer'd thy smart, 
 And took it home to his own heart. 
 
 III. 
 
 But though great LOVE, greedy of such sad gain 
 Usurp't the Portion of THY pain, 
 
 And from the nailes & spear 
 
 Turn'd the steel point of fear, 
 
 Their use is chang'd, not lost; and now they move. 
 Not stings of w[ra]th, but wounds of love. 
 
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 IV. 
 
 Tall TREE of life ! thy truth makes good 
 What was till now ne're understood, 
 
 Though the prophetick king 
 
 Struck lowd his faithfull string. 
 
 It was thy wood he meant should make the T[HR]ONE 
 For a more then SALOMON. 
 
 V. 
 
 Larg throne of love ! Royally spred 
 With purple of too Rich a red. 
 
 Thy crime is too much duty; 
 
 Thy Burthen, too much beauty; 
 Glorious, or Greivous more? thus to make good 
 Thy costly excellence with thy KING'S own BLOOD. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Even ballance of both worlds ! our world of sin, 
 And that of grace heavn way'd in HIM, 
 
 Us with our price thou weighed'stj 
 
 Our price for us thou payed'st; 
 Soon as the right-hand scale rejoyc't to prove 
 How much Death weigh'd more light then love. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Hail, our alone hope! let thy fair head shoot 
 Aloft; and fill the nations with thy noble fruit. 
 
 The while our hearts & we 
 
 Thus graft our selves on thee; 
 Grow thou & they. And be thy fair increase 
 The sinner's pardon & the just man's peace. 
 
 Live, o for ever live & reign 
 The LAMB whom his own love hath slain! 
 And let thy lost sheep live to'inherit 
 That KINGDOM which this CROSSE did merit. 
 AMEN. 
 
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 TO OUR B. LORD 
 
 UPON THE CHOISE OF HIS 
 
 Sepulcher. 
 
 How life & death in Thee 
 
 Agree ! 
 Thou hadst a virgin womb, 
 
 And tomb. 
 A JOSEPH did betroth 
 
 Them both. 
 
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 CHARITAS 
 NIMIA. 
 
 OR 
 THE 
 
 DEAR BARGAIN. 
 
 LOrd, what is man ? why should he coste thee 
 So dear ? what had his ruin lost thee ? 
 Lord what is man ? that thou hast overbought 
 So much a thing of nought ? 
 
 Love is too kind, I see ; & can 
 Make but a simple merchant man. 
 'Twas for such sorry merchandise, 
 Bold Painters have putt out his Eyes. 
 
 Alas, sweet lord, what wer't to thee 
 If there were no such wormes as we ? 
 Heav'n ne're the lesse still heavn would be, 
 
 Should Mankind dwell 
 
 In the deep hell. 
 What have his woes to doe with thee ? 
 
 Let him goe weep 
 O're his own wounds ; 
 SERAPHIMS will not sleep 
 Nor spheares let fall their faithfull rounds. 
 
 Still would The youthfull SPIRITS sing; 
 And still thy spatious Palace ring. 
 Still would those beauteous ministers of light 
 Burn all as bright, 
 
 And bow their flaming heads before thee 
 Still thrones & Dominations would adore thee 
 Still would those ever-wakefull sons of fire 
 
 Keep warm thy prayse 
 
 Both nights & dayes, 
 And teach thy lov'd name to their noble lyre. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 Le[t] froward Dust then doe it's kind; 
 And give it self for sport to the proud wind. 
 Why should a peice of peevish clay plead shares 
 In the Eternity of thy old cares ? 
 Why shouldst you bow thy awfull Brest to see 
 What mine own madnesses have done with me? 
 
 Should not the king still keepe his throne 
 Because some desperate Fool's undone? 
 Or will the world's Illustrious eyes 
 Weep for every worm that dyes; 
 
 Will the gallant sun 
 E're the lesse glorious run? 
 Will he hang down his golden head 
 Or e're the sooner seek his western bed, 
 Because some foolish fly 
 Growes wanton, & will dy ? 
 
 If I were lost in misery, 
 What was it to thy heavn & thee? 
 What was it to thy pretious blood 
 If my foul Heart call'd for a floud? 
 
 What if my faithlesse soul & I 
 
 Would needs fall in 
 
 With guilt & sin, 
 
 What did the Lamb, that he should dy? 
 What did the lamb, that he should need? 
 When the wolf sins, himself to bleed? 
 
 If my base lust, 
 
 Bargain'd with Death & well-beseeming dust 
 Why should the white 
 Lamb's bosom write 
 The purple name 
 Of my sin's shame ? 
 
 Why should his unstaind brest make good 
 My blushes with his own heart-blood? 
 
 O my SAVIOUR, make me see 
 How dearly thou hast payd for me 
 
 That lost again my LIFE may prove 
 As then in DEATH, so now in love.
 
 SANCTA MARIA 
 DOLORUM 
 
 OR 
 THE MOTHER 
 
 OF 
 SORROWS. 
 
 A 
 
 Patheticall descant upon the 
 devout Plainsong 
 
 OF 
 
 STABAT MATER 
 DOLOROSA. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 SANCTA MARIA 
 
 DOLORUM. 
 I. 
 
 IN shade of death's sad TREE 
 Stood Dolefull SHEE. 
 Ah SHE ! now by none other 
 Name to be known, alas, but SORROW'S [MJoTHER. 
 
 Before her eyes 
 
 Her's, & the whole world's joyes, 
 Hanging all torn she sees; and in his woes 
 And Paines, her Pangs & throes. 
 Each wound of His, from every Part, 
 All, more at home in her one heart. 
 
 II. 
 
 What kind of marble than 
 
 Is that cold man 
 
 Who can look on & see, 
 Nor keep such noble sorrowes company? 
 
 Sure ev'en from you 
 
 (My Flints) some drops are due 
 To see so many unkind swords contest 
 
 So fast for one soft Brest. 
 While with a faithfull, mutuall, floud 
 Her eyes bleed TEARES, his wounds weep BLOOD. 
 
 III. 
 
 O costly intercourse 
 
 Of deaths, & worse 
 
 Divided loves. While son & mother 
 Discourse alternate wounds to one another; 
 
 Quick Deaths that grow 
 
 And gather, as they come & goe : 
 His Nailes write swords in her, which soon her heart 
 
 Payes back, with more then their own smart; 
 Her SWORDS, still growin[g] with his pain, 
 Turn SPEARES, & straight come home again.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 IV. 
 
 She sees her son, her GOD, 
 
 Bow with a load 
 
 Of borrowd sins; And swimme 
 In woes that were not made for Him. 
 
 Ah hard command 
 
 Of love ! Here must she stand 
 Charg'd to look on, & with a stedfast ey 
 
 See her life dy: 
 
 Leaving her only so much Breath 
 As serves to keep alive her death. 
 
 V. 
 
 O Mother turtle-dove! 
 
 Soft sourse of love 
 
 That these dry lidds might borrow 
 Something from thy full Seas of sorrow! 
 
 O in that brest 
 
 Of thine (the nob[l]est nest 
 Both of love's fires & flouds) might I recline 
 
 This hard, cold, Heart of mine ! 
 The chill lump would relent, & prove 
 Soft subject for the seige of love. 
 
 VI. 
 
 O teach those wounds to bleed 
 
 In me; me, so to read 
 
 This book of loves, thus writ 
 In lines of death, my life may coppy it 
 
 With loyall cares. 
 
 O let me, here, claim shares; 
 Yeild somthing in thy sad prerogative 
 
 (Great Queen of greifes) & give 
 Me too my teares; who, though all stone, 
 Think much that thou shouldst mourn alone. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 VII. 
 
 Yea let my life & me 
 
 Fix here with thee, 
 
 And at the Humble foot 
 Of this fair TREE take our eter[n]all root. 
 
 That so we may 
 
 At least be in loves way; 
 And in these chast warres while the wing'd wounds flee 
 
 So fast'twixt him & thee, 
 
 My brest may catch the kisse of some kind dart, 
 Though as at second hand, from either heart. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O you, your own best Darts 
 
 Dear, dolefull hearts ! 
 
 Hail; & strike home & make me see 
 That wounded bosomes their. own weapons be. 
 
 Come wounds ! come darts ! 
 
 Nail'd hands ! & peirced hearts ! 
 Come your whole selves, sorrow's great son & mother! 
 
 Nor grudge a yonger-Brother 
 Of greifes his portion, who (had all their due) 
 One single wound should not have left for you. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Shall I, sett there 
 
 So deep a share 
 
 (Dear wounds) & onely now 
 In sorrows draw no Dividend with you? 
 
 O be more wise 
 
 I[f] not more soft, mine eyes! 
 Flow, tardy founts! & into decent showres 
 
 Dissolve my Dayes & Howres. 
 And if thou yet (faint soul!) deferr 
 To bleed with him, fail not to weep with her. 
 
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 X. 
 
 Rich Queen, lend some releife; 
 
 At least an almes of greif 
 
 To'a heart who by sad right of sin 
 Could prove the whole summe (too sure) due to him. 
 
 By all those stings 
 
 Of love, sweet bitter things, 
 Which these torn hands transcrib'd on thy true heart 
 
 O teach mine too the art 
 To study him so, till we mix 
 Wounds; and become one crucifix. 
 
 XL 
 
 O let me suck the wine 
 
 So long of this chast vine 
 
 Till drunk of the dear wounds, I be 
 A lost Thing to the world, as it to me. 
 
 O faithfull freind 
 
 Of me & of my end! 
 Fold up my life in love; and lay't beneath 
 
 My dear lord's vitall death. 
 
 Lo, heart, thy hope's whole Plea! Her pretious Breath 
 Powr'd out in prayrs for thee; thy lord's in death. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 UPON 
 
 THE 
 BLEEDING 
 
 CRUCIFIX 
 
 A 
 
 SONG. 
 
 i. 
 
 JEsu, no more! It is full tide. 
 From thy head & from thy feet, 
 
 From thy hands & from thy side 
 All the purple Rivers meet. 
 
 II. 
 
 What need thy fair head bear a part 
 In showres, as if thine eyes had none? 
 What need They help to drown thy heart, 
 That strives in torrents of it's own? 
 
 III. 
 
 Thy restlesse feet now cannot goe 
 For us & our eternall good. 
 As they were ever wont. What though ? 
 They swimme. Alas, in their own floud. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thy hands to give, thou canst not lift; 
 Yet will thy hand still giving be. 
 It gives but 6, it self's the gift. 
 It gives though bound; though bound 'tis free. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 V. 
 
 But 6 thy side, thy deep-digg'd side! 
 That hath a double Nilus going. 
 Nor ever was the pharian tide 
 Half so fruitfull, half so flowing. 
 
 VI. 
 
 No hair so small, but payes his river 
 To this red sea of thy blood 
 Their little channells can deliver 
 Somthing to the Generall floud. 
 
 VII. 
 
 But while I speak, whither are run 
 All the rivers nam'd before? 
 I counted wrong. There is but one; 
 But 6 that one is one all ore. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Rain-swoln rivers may rise proud, 
 Bent all to drown & overflow. 
 But when indeed all's overflow'd 
 They themselves are drowned too. 
 
 IX. 
 
 This thy blood's deluge, a dire chance 
 Dear LORD to thee, to us is found 
 A deluge of Deliverance; 
 A deluge least we should be drown'd. 
 
 N'ere wast thou in a sense so sadly true, 
 The WELL of living WATERS, Lord, till now. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 UPON 
 
 THE CROWNE OF THORNS 
 
 TAKEN DOWNE 
 
 From the head of our Bl. LORD, 
 all Bloody. 
 
 KNow'st thou This, Souldier? 'Tis a much-chang'd plant 
 which yet 
 Thy selfe didst sett. 
 
 O who so hard a Husbandman did ever find; 
 A soile so kind ? 
 
 Is not the soile a kind one, which returnes 
 Roses for Th[or]nes? 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 UPON 
 
 THE BODY OF OUR 
 
 BL. LORD, 
 
 NAKED 
 AND 
 
 BLOODY. 
 
 THey 'have left thee naked, LORD, O that they had ! 
 This garment too I would they had deny'd. 
 
 Thee with thy self they have too richly clad; 
 Opening the purple wardrobe in thy side. 
 
 O never could there be garment too good 
 For thee to wear, But this, of thine own Blood. 
 
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 SAN] E HOMAS 
 
 IN 
 ADORATION OF 
 
 THE 
 BLESSED 
 
 SACRAMENT. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 ADORO 
 
 TE 
 
 With all the powres my poor Heart hath 
 Of humble love & loyall Faith, 
 Thus lowe (my hidden life !) I bow to thee 
 Whom too much love hath bow'd more low for me. 
 Down down, proud sense ! Discourses dy. 
 Keep close, my soul's inquiring ey ! 
 Nor touch nor tast must look for more 
 But each sitt still in his own Dore. 
 
 Your ports are all superfluous here, 
 Save That which lets in faith, the eare. 
 Faith is my skill. Faith can beleive 
 As fast as love new lawes can give. 
 Faith is my force. Faith strength affords 
 To keep pace with those powrfull words. 
 And words more sure, more sweet, then they 
 Love could not think, truth could not say. 
 
 O let thy wretch find that releife 
 Thou didst afford the faithfull theife. 
 Plead for me, love! Alleage & show 
 That faith has farther, here, to goe 
 And lesse to lean on. Because than 
 Though hidd as GOD, wounds writt thee man, 
 Thomas might touch; None but might see 
 At least the suffring side of thee; 
 And that too was thy self which thee did cover, 
 But here ev'n That's hid too which hides the other. 
 
 Sweet, consider then, that I 
 Though allow 'd nor hand nor eye 
 To reach at thy lov'd Face ; nor can 
 Tast thee GOD, or touch thee MAN 
 Both yet beleive ; And wittnesse thee 
 My LORD too & my GOD, as lowd as He. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 Help, lord, my Hope increase ; 
 And fill my portion in thy peace. 
 Give love for life ; nor let my dayes 
 Grow, but in new powres to thy name & praise. 
 
 O dear memoriall of that Death 
 Which lives still, & allowes us breath ! 
 Rich, Royall food ! Bountyfull BREAD ! 
 Whose use denyes us to the dead ; 
 Whose vitall gust alone can give 
 The same leave both to eat & live ; 
 Live ever Bread of loves, & be 
 My life, my soul, my surer selfe to mee. 
 
 O soft self-wounding Pelican ! 
 Whose brest weepes Balm for wounded man. 
 Ah this way bend thy benign floud 
 To 'a bleeding Heart that gaspes for blood. 
 That blood, whose least drops soveraign be 
 To wash my worlds of sins from me. 
 Come love ! Come LORD ! & that long day 
 For which I languish, come away. 
 When this dry soul those eyes shall see, 
 And drink the unseal'd sourse of thee. 
 When Glory's sun faith's shades shall chase, 
 And for thy veil give me thy FACE. 
 
 AMEN. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 LAUDA SIGN SALVATOREM. 
 THE HYMN. 
 
 FOR 
 
 THE BL. 
 SACRAMENT. 
 
 i. 
 
 Rise, Royall SIGN ! rise & sing 
 Thy soul's kind shepheard, thy hart's KING. 
 Stretch all thy powres ; call if thou can 
 Harpes of heavn to hands of man. 
 This soveraign subject sitts above 
 The best ambition of thy love. 
 
 II. 
 
 Lo the BREAD of LI[F]E, this day's 
 Triumphant Text, provokes thy prayse. 
 The living & life-giving bread, 
 To the great twelve distributed 
 When LIFE, himself, at point to dy 
 Of love, was his own LEGACY. 
 
 III. 
 
 Come, love ! & let us work a song 
 Lowd & pleasant, sweet & long ; 
 Let lippes & Hearts lift high the noise 
 Of so just & solemn joyes, 
 Which on his white browes this bright day 
 Shall hence for ever bear away. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Lo the new LAW of a new LORD. 
 With a new Lamb blesses the Board. 
 The aged Pascha pleads not yeares 
 But spyes love's dawn, & disappeares. 
 Types yeild to TRUTHES ; shades shrink away ; 
 And their NIGHT dyes into our Day. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 V. 
 
 But lest THAT dy too, we are bid. 
 Ever to doe what he once did. 
 And by a mindfull, mystick breath 
 That we may live, revive his DEATH ; 
 With a well-bles't bread & wine. 
 Transsum'd, & taught to turn divine. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The Heavn-instru&ed house of FAITH 
 
 Here a holy Dictate hath 
 
 That they but lend their Form & face, 
 
 Themselves with reverence leave their place 
 
 Nature, & name, to be made good. 
 
 By' a nobler Bread, more needfull BLOOD. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Where nature's lawes no leave will give, 
 Bold FAITH takes heart, & dares beleive 
 In different species, name not things, 
 Himself to me my SAVIOUR brings, 
 As meat in That, as Drink in this ; 
 But still in Both one CHRIST he is. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The Receiving Mouth here makes 
 Non wound nor breach in what he takes. 
 Let one, or one THOUSAND be 
 Here Dividers, single he 
 Beares home no lesse, all they no more, 
 Nor leave they both lesse then before. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Though in it self this SOVERAIN FEAST 
 Be all the same to every Guest, 
 Yet on the same (life-meaning) Bread 
 The child of Death eates himself Dead. 
 Nor is't love's fault, but sin's dire skill 
 That thus from LIFC can DEATH distill. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 X. 
 
 When the blest signes thou broke shall see, 
 Hold but thy Faith intire as he 
 Who, howsoe're clad, cannot come 
 Lesse then whole CHRIST in every crumme. 
 In broken formes a stable FAITH 
 Untouch't her pretious TOTALL hath. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Lo the life-food of ANGELLS then 
 Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men ! 
 The children's BREAD; the Bridegroom's WINE. 
 Not to be cast to dogges, or swine. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Lo, the full, finall, SACRI[F]ICE 
 On which all figures fix't their eyes. 
 The ransom'd ISACK, & his ramme ; 
 The MANNA, & the PASCHAL Lamb. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 JESU MASTER, Just & true! 
 Our Food, & faithfull SHEPHARD too! 
 O by thy self vouchsafe to keep, 
 As with thy selfe thou feed'st thy SHEEP. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 O let that love which thus makes thee 
 Mix with our low Mortality, 
 Lift our lean Soules, & sett us up 
 Convi6tors of thine own full cup, 
 Coheirs of SAINTS. That so all may 
 Drink the same wine; and the same WAY. 
 Nor chang the PASTURE, but the PLACE; 
 To feed of THEE in thine own FACE. 
 
 AMEN. 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 THE 
 HYMN. 
 
 OF THE 
 
 CHURCH, 
 
 IN MEDITATION OF 
 THE DAY OF 
 
 JUDGMENT. 
 
 i. 
 
 HEars't thou, my soul, with serious things 
 Both the Psalm and sybyll sings 
 Of a sure judge, from whose sharp Ray 
 The world in flames shall fly away. 
 
 II. 
 
 O that fire ! before whose face 
 Heavn & earth shall find no place. 
 O those eyes ! whose angry light 
 Must be the day of that dread Night. 
 
 III. 
 
 O that trump ! whose blast shall r[u]n 
 An even round with the circling Sun. 
 And urge the murmuring graves to bring 
 Pale mankind forth to meet his king. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Horror of nature, hell & Death ! 
 When a deep Groan from beneath 
 Shall cry we come, we come & all 
 The caves of night answer one call 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 V. 
 
 O that Book! whose leaves so bright 
 Will sett the world in severe light. 
 O that Judge ! whose hand, whose eye 
 None can indure ; yet none can fly 
 
 VI. 
 
 Ah then, poor soul, what wilt thou say? 
 And to what Patron chuse to pray? 
 When starres themselves shall stagger; and 
 The most firm foot no more then stand. 
 
 VII. 
 
 But thou giv'st leave (dread Lord) that we 
 Take shelter from thy self, in thee ; 
 And with the wings of thine own dove 
 Fly to thy scepter of soft love. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Dear, remember in that Day 
 Who was the cause thou cams't this way. 
 Thy sheep was stray'd; And thou wouldst be 
 Even lost thy self in seeking me. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Shall all that labour, all that cost 
 Of love, and ev'n that losse, be lost? 
 And this lov'd soul, judg'd worth no lesse 
 Then all that way, and wearynesse? 
 
 X. 
 
 Just mercy then, thy Reckning be 
 With my price, & not with me : 
 'Twas pay'd at first with too much pain, 
 To be pay'd twice; or once, in vain. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Mercy (my judge) mercy I cry 
 With blushing Cheek & bleeding ey, 
 The conscious colors of my sin 
 Are red without & pale within. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 XII. 
 
 O let thine own soft bowells pay 
 Thy self; And so discharge that day. 
 If sin can sigh, love can forgive. 
 O say the word my Soul shall live. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Those mercyes which thy MARY found 
 Or who thy crosse confes't & crown'd, 
 Hope tells my heart, the same loves be 
 Still alive ; and still for me. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Though both my Prayres & teares combine, 
 Both worthlesse are ; For they are mine. 
 But thou thy bounteous self still be ; 
 And show thou art, by saving me. 
 
 XV. 
 
 O when thy last Frown shall proclaim 
 The flocks of goates to folds of flame, 
 And all thy lost sheep found shall be, 
 Let come ye blessed then call me. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 When the dread ITE shall divide 
 Those Limbs of death from thy left side, 
 Let those life-speaking lipps command 
 That I inheritt thy right hand. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 O hear a suppliant heart ; all crush't 
 And crumbled into contrite dust. 
 My hope, my fear ! my Judge, my Freind ! 
 Take charge of me, & of my END. 
 
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 THE 
 
 H I M N 
 
 GLORIOSA DOM IN A. 
 
 H 
 
 Ail, most high, most humble one! 
 Above the world; below thy SON 
 Whose blush the moon beauteously marres 
 And staines the timerous light of stares. 
 He that made all things, had not done 
 Till he had made Himself thy son 
 The whole world's host would be thy guest 
 And board himself at thy rich BREST. 
 O boundles Hospitality! 
 The FEAST of all thing feeds on the[e]. 
 
 The first Eve, mother of our FALL, 
 E're she bore any one, slew all. 
 Of Her unkind gift might we have 
 The inheritance of a hasty GRAVE ; 
 Quick burye'd in the wanton TOMB 
 
 Of one forbidden bitt ; 
 Had not a Better FRUIT forbidden it. 
 Had not thy healthfull womb 
 
 The world's new eastern window bin 
 And given us heav'n again, in giving HIM. 
 Thine was the Rosy DAWN that sprung the Day 
 Which renders all the starres she stole away. 
 
 Let then the Aged world be wise, & all 
 Prove nobly, here, unnaturall. 
 'Tis gratitude to forgett that other 
 And call the maiden Eve their mo[t]her. 
 
 Yee redeem'd Nations farr & near, 
 Applaud your happy selves in her, 
 (All you to whom this love belongs) 
 And keep't alive with lasting songs. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 Let hearts & lippes speak lowd ; and say 
 Hail, door of life : & sourse of day ! 
 The door was shutt, the fountain seal'd; 
 Yet LIGHT was seen & LIFE reveald. 
 The fountain seald, yet life found way. 
 
 Glory to thee, great virgin's son 
 In bosom of thy FATHER'S blisse. 
 
 The same to thee, sweet SPIRIT be done ; 
 As ever shall be, was, & is. 
 
 AMEN. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 IN THE 
 GLORIOUS 
 
 ASSUMPTION 
 
 OF 
 
 OUR BLESSED 
 LADY. 
 
 THE HYMN. 
 Ark! she is call'd, the parting houre is come 
 
 Take thy Farewell, poor world ! heavn must goe home. 
 A peice of heav'nly earth; Purer & brighter 
 Then the chast starres, whose choise lamps come to light her 
 While through the crystall orbes, clearer then they 
 She climbes ; and makes a farre more milkey way. 
 She's calld. Hark, how the dear immortall dove 
 Sighes to his sylver mate rise up, my love ! 
 Rise up, my fair, my spottlesse one ! 
 The winter's past, the rain is gone. 
 The spring is come, the flowrs appear 
 No sweets, but thou, are wanting here. 
 
 Come away, my love ! 
 
 Come away, my dove ! cast off delay, 
 
 The court of heav'n is come 
 
 To wait upon thee home ; Come come away ! 
 
 The flowrs appear. 
 
 Or quickly would, wert thou once here 
 The spring is come, or if it stay, 
 'Tis to keep time with thy delay. 
 The rain is gone, except so much as we 
 Detain in needfull teares to weep the want of thee. 
 
 The winter's past. 
 
 or if he make lesse hast, 
 His answer is, why she does so. 
 If sommer come not, how can winter goe. 
 
 Come away, come away. 
 The shrill winds chide, the waters weep thy stay; 
 
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 The fountains murmur ; & each loftyest [t]ree, 
 Bowes low'st his heavy top, to look for thee. 
 Come away, my love. 
 Come away, my dove &c. 
 She's call'd again. And will she goe ? 
 When heavn bidds come, who can say no ? 
 Heavn calls her, & she must away. 
 Heavn will not, & she cannot stay. 
 GOE then ; goe GLORIOUS. 
 
 On the golden wings 
 Of the bright youth of heavn, that sings 
 Under so sweet a Burthen. Goe, 
 Since thy dread son will have it so. 
 And while thou goest, our song & we 
 Will, as we may, reach after thee. 
 HAIL, holy Queen of humble hearts ! 
 We in thy prayse will have our parts. 
 Thy pretious name shall be 
 Thy self to us ; & we 
 With holy care will keep it by us. 
 We to the last 
 Will hold it fast 
 
 And no ASSUMPTION shall deny us. 
 All the sweetest showres 
 Of our fairest flowres 
 Will we strow upon it. 
 Though our sweets cannot make 
 It sweeter, they can take 
 Themselves new sweetnes from it. 
 MARIA, men & Angels sing 
 MARIA, mother of our KING. 
 
 LIVE, rosy princesse, LIVE. And may the bright 
 Crown of a most incomparable light 
 Embrace thy radiant browes. O may the best 
 Of everlasting joyes bath thy white brest. 
 LIVE, our chast love, the holy mirth 
 Of heavn ; the humble pride of earth. 
 Live, c[r]own of woemen ; Queen of men. 
 Live mistresse of our song. And when 
 Our weak desires have done their [bjest, 
 Sweet Angels come, and sing the rest. 
 
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 S A N ITE 
 MARY 
 
 MAGDALENE 
 
 O R 
 THE WEEPER. 
 
 Loe where a WOUNDED HEART with Bleeding EYES conspire. 
 Is she a FLAMING Fountain, or a Weeping fire! 
 
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 THE 
 WEEPER. 
 
 H 
 
 I. 
 
 Ail, sister springs! 
 Parents of sylver-footed rills ! 
 Ever bubling things ! 
 Thawing crystall ! snowy hills, 
 Still spending, never spent ! I mean 
 Thy fair eyes, sweet MAGDALENE ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Heavens thy fair eyes be; 
 
 Heavens of ever-falling starres. 
 
 'Tis seed-time still with thee 
 
 And starres thou sow'st, whose harvest dares 
 Promise the earth to counter shine 
 Whatever makes heavn's forhead fine. 
 
 III. 
 
 But we'are deceived all. 
 
 Starres indeed they are too true; 
 
 For they but seem to fall, 
 
 As Heavn's other spangles doe. 
 It is not for our earth & us 
 To shine in Things so pretious. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Upwards thou dost weep. 
 Heavn's bosome drinks the gentle stream. 
 Where th'milky rivers creep, 
 Thine floates above ; & is the cream. 
 Waters above th'Heavns, what they be 
 We'are taught best by thy TEARES & thee. 
 
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 V. 
 
 Every morn from hence 
 A brisk Cherub somthing sippes 
 Whose sacred influence 
 Addes sweetnes to his sweetest Lippes. 
 Then to his musick. And his song 
 Tasts of this Breakfast all day long. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Not in the evening's eyes 
 When they Red with weeping are 
 For the Sun that dyes, 
 Sitts sorrow with a face so fair, 
 No where but here did ever meet 
 Sweetnesse so sad, sadnesse so sweet. 
 
 VII. 
 
 When sorrow would be seen 
 
 In her brightest majesty 
 
 (For she is a Queen) 
 
 Then is she drest by none but thee. 
 Then, & only then, she weares 
 Her proudest pearles ; I mean, thy TEARES. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The deaw no more will weep 
 The prim rose's pale cheek to deck, 
 The deaw no more will sleep 
 Nuzzel'd in the lilly's neck; 
 Much reather would it be thy TEAR, 
 And leave them Both to tremble here. 
 
 IX. 
 
 There's no need at all 
 That the balsom-sweating bough 
 So coyly should let fall 
 His med'cinable teares; for now 
 Nature hath learn 't to 'extract a deaw 
 More soveraign & sweet from you. 
 
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 X. 
 
 Yet let the poore drops weep 
 
 (Weeping is the ease of woe) 
 
 Softly let them creep, 
 
 Sad that they are vanquish't so. 
 They, though to others no releife, 
 Balsom maybe, for their own greife. 
 
 XL 
 
 Such the maiden gemme 
 By the purpling vine put on, 
 Peeps from her parent stemme 
 And blushes at the bridegroomes sun. 
 
 This watry Blossom of thy eyn, 
 
 Ripe, will make the richer wine. 
 
 XII. 
 
 When some new bright Guest 
 Takes up among the starres a room, 
 And Heavn will make a feast, 
 Angels with crystall violls come 
 And deaw from these full eyes of thine 
 Their master's Water: their own Wine. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Golden though he be, 
 
 Golden Tagus murmures tho; 
 
 Were his way by thee, 
 
 Content & quiet he would goe. 
 So much more rich would he esteem 
 Thy sylver, then his golden stream. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Well does the May that lyes 
 
 Smiling in thy cheeks, confesse 
 
 The April in thine eyes. 
 
 Mutuall sweetnesse they expresse. 
 No April ere lent kinder showres, 
 Nor May return'd more faithfull flowres. 
 
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 XV. 
 
 O c[h]eeks ! Bedds of chast loves 
 
 By your own showres seasonably dash't 
 
 Eyes ! nests of milky doves 
 
 In your own wells decently washt. 
 
 O wit of love ! that thus could place 
 
 Fountain & Garden in one face. 
 
 [XVI.] 
 
 O sweet Contest; of woes 
 
 With loves, of teares with smiles disputing ! 
 
 O fair, & Freindly Foes, 
 
 Each other kissing & confuting! 
 While rain & sunshine, Cheekes & Eyes 
 Close in kind contrarietyes. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 But can these fair Flouds be 
 
 Freinds with the bosom fires that fill you ! 
 
 Can so great flames agree 
 
 jEternall Teares should thus distill thee ! 
 O flouds, o fires ! o suns 6 showres ! 
 Mixt & made freinds by love's sweet powres. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Twas his well-pointed dart 
 
 That digg'd these wells, & drest this wine ; 
 
 And taught the wounded HEART 
 
 The way into these weeping Eyn. 
 Vain loves avant ! bold hands forbear ! 
 The lamb hath dipp't his white foot here. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 And now where're he strayes, 
 
 Among the Galilean mountaines, 
 
 Or more unwellcome wayes, 
 
 He's follow'd by two faithfull fountaines ; 
 
 Two walking baths ; two weeping motions ; 
 
 Portable, & compendious oceans. 
 
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 XX. 
 
 O Thou, thy lord's fair store ! 
 
 In thy so rich & rare expenses, 
 
 Even when he show'd most poor, 
 
 He might provoke the wealth of Princes. 
 What Prince's wanton 'st pride e're could 
 Wash with Sylver, wipe with Gold. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Who is that King, but he 
 
 Who calls't his Crown to be call'd thine, 
 
 That thus can boast to be 
 
 Waited on by a wandring mine, 
 A voluntary mint, that strowes 
 Warm sylver shoures where're he goes ! 
 
 XXII. 
 
 O pretious Prodigall ! 
 
 Fair spend-thrift of thy self! thy measure 
 
 (Mercilesse love!) is all. 
 
 Even to the last Pearle in thy threasure. 
 All places, Times, & objects be 
 Thy teare's sweet opportunity. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Does the day-starre rise? 
 
 Still thy starres doe fall & fall; 
 
 Does day close his eyes? 
 
 Still the FOUNTAIN weeps for all. 
 Let night or day doe what they will, 
 Thou hast thy task ; thou weepest still. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Does thy song lull the air? 
 
 Thy falling teares keep faithfull time. 
 
 Does thy sweet-breath 'd paire 
 
 Up in clouds of incense climb? 
 Still at each sigh, that is, each stop, 
 A bead, that is, A TEAR, does drop, 
 
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 XXV. 
 
 At these thy weeping gates, 
 (Watching their watry motion) 
 Each winged moment waits, 
 Takes his TEAR, & gets him gone. 
 
 By thine Ey's tinct enobled thus 
 
 Time layes him up; he's pretious. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Not, so long she lived, 
 Shall thy tomb report of thee ; 
 But, so long she greived, 
 Thus must we date thy memory. 
 Others by moments, months, & yeares 
 Measure their ages ; thou, by TEARES. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 So doe perfumes expire. 
 
 So sigh tormented sweets, opprest 
 
 With proud unpittying fires. 
 
 Such Teares the suffring Rose that's vext 
 With ungentle flames does shed, 
 Sweating in a too warm bed. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Say, the bright brothers, 
 
 The fugitive sons of those fair Eyes 
 
 Your fruitfull mothers ! 
 
 What make you here? what hopes can tice 
 You to be born? what cause can borrow 
 You from Those nests of noble sorrow ? 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 Whither away so fast? 
 
 For sure the sordid earth 
 
 Your Sweetnes cannot tast 
 
 Nor does the dust deserve their birth. 
 Sweet, whither hast you then? o say 
 Why you trip so fast away? 
 
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 XXX. 
 
 We goe not to seek, 
 The darlings of Auroras bed, 
 The rose's modest Cheek 
 Nor the violet's humble head. 
 Though the Feild's eyes too WEEPERS be 
 Because they want such TEARES as we. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 Much lesse mean we to trace 
 The Fortune of inferior gemmes, 
 Preferr'd to some proud face 
 Or pertch't upon fear'd Diadems. 
 Crown 'd Heads are toyes. We goe to meet 
 A worthy object, our lord's FEET. 
 
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 A HYMN 
 
 TO 
 
 THE NAME AND HONOR 
 
 OF 
 THE ADMIRABLE 
 
 SANITE 
 
 TERESA, 
 
 FOUNDRESSE 
 
 of the Reformation of the Discalced 
 
 CARMELITES, both 
 
 men & Women; 
 
 A 
 
 WOMAN 
 
 for Angelicall heig[ht] of speculation, for 
 
 Masculine courage of performance, 
 
 more then a woman. 
 
 WHO 
 
 Yet a child, out ran maturity, and 
 durst plott a Martyrdome ; 
 
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 THE 
 HYMNE. 
 
 LOve, thou art Absolute sole lord 
 OF LIFE & DEATH. To prove the word, 
 Wee'l now appeal to none of all 
 Those thy old Souldiers, Great & tall, 
 Ripe Men of Martyrdom, that could reach down 
 With strong armes, their triumphant crown ; 
 Such as could with lusty breath 
 Speak lowd into the face of death 
 Their Great LORD'S glorious name, to none 
 Of those whose spatious Bosomes spread a throne 
 For LOVE at larg to fill, spare blood & sweat; 
 And see him take a private seat, 
 Making his mansion in the mild 
 And milky soul of a soft child. 
 
 Scarse has she learn't to lisp the name 
 Of Martyr ; yet she thinks it shame 
 Life should so long play with that breath 
 Which spent can buy so brave a death. 
 She never undertook to know 
 What death with love should have to doe ; 
 Nor has she e're yet understood 
 Why to show love, she should shed blood 
 Yet though she cannot tell you why, 
 She can LOVE, & she can DY. 
 
 Scarse has she Blood enough to make 
 A guilty sword blush for her sake ; 
 Yet has she'a HEART dares hope to prove 
 How much lesse strong is DEATH then LOVE. 
 
 Be love but there ; let poor six yeares 
 Be pos'd with the maturest Feares 
 Man trembles at, you st[r]aight shall find 
 LOVE knowes no nonage, nor the MIND. 
 'Tis LOVE, not YEARES or LIMBS that can 
 Make the Martyr, or the man. 
 
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 LOVE touch't her HEART, & lo it beates 
 High, & burnes with such brave heates ; 
 Such thirsts to dy, as dares drink up, 
 A thousand cold deaths in one cup. 
 Good reason. For she breathes All fire. 
 Her [weake] brest heaves with strong desire 
 Of what she may with fruitles wishes 
 Seek for amongst her MOTHER'S [Kisses], 
 
 Since 'tis not to be had at home 
 She'l travail to a Mar[t]yrdom. 
 No home for hers confesses she 
 But where she may a Martyr be. 
 
 She'l to the Moores ; And trade with them, 
 For this unvalued Diadem. 
 She'l offer them her dearest Breath, 
 With CHRIST'S Name in't, in change for death. 
 She'l bargain with them ; & will give 
 Them GOD ; teach them how to live 
 In him : or, if they this deny, 
 For him she'l teach them how to DY. 
 So shall she leave amongst them sown 
 Her LORD'S Blood; or at lest her own. 
 
 FAREWEL then, all the world ! Adieu. 
 TERESA is no more for you. 
 Farewell, all pleasures, sports, & joyes, 
 (Never till now esteemed toyes) 
 [Farewell what ever deare may be,] 
 MOTHER'S armes or FATHER'S knee. 
 Farewell house, & farewell home ! 
 SHE'S for the Moores, & MARTYRDOM. 
 
 SWEET, not so fast ! lo thy fair Spouse 
 Whom thou seekst with so swift vowes, 
 Calls thee back, & bidds thee come 
 T'embrace a milder MARTYRDOM. 
 
 Blest powres forbid, Thy tender life 
 Should bleed upon a barborous knife ; 
 Or some base hand have power to race 
 Thy Brest's chast cabinet, & uncase 
 A soul kept there so sweet, 6 no ; 
 Wise heavn will never have it so. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 THOU art love's vi&ime ; & must dy 
 
 A death more mysticall & high. 
 
 Into love's armes thou shalt let fall 
 
 A still-surviving funerall. 
 
 His is the DART must make the DEATH 
 
 Whose stroke shall tast thy hallow'd breath ; 
 
 A Dart thrice dip't in that rich flame 
 
 Which writes thy spouse's radiant Name 
 
 Upon the roof of Heav'n ; where ay 
 
 It shines, & with a soveraign ray 
 
 Beates bright upon the burning faces 
 
 Of soules which in that name's sweet graces 
 
 Find everlasting smiles. So rare, 
 
 So spirituall, pure, & fair 
 
 Must be th'immortall instrument 
 
 Upon whose choice point shall be sent 
 
 A life so lov'd; And that there be 
 
 Fitt executioners for Thee, 
 
 The fair'st & first-born sons of fire 
 
 Blest SERAPHIM, shall leave their quire 
 
 And turn love's souldiers, upon THEE 
 
 To exercise their archerie. 
 
 O how oft shalt thou complain 
 Of a sweet & subtle PAIN. 
 Of intolerable JOYES ; 
 Of a DEATH, in which who dyes 
 Loves his death, and dyes again. 
 And would for ever so be slain. 
 And lives, & dyes ; and knowes not why 
 To live, But that he thus may never leave to DY. 
 
 How kindly will thy gentle HEART 
 Kisse the swee[t]ly-killing DART! 
 And close in his embraces keep 
 Those delicious Wounds, that weep 
 Balsom to heal themselves with. Thus 
 When These thy DEATHS, so numerous, 
 Shall all at last dy into one, 
 And melt thy Soul's sweet mansion ; 
 Like a soft lump of incense, hasted 
 By too hott a fire, & wasted 
 
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 Into perfuming clouds, so fast 
 
 Shalt thou exhale to Heavn at last 
 
 In a resolving SIGH, and then 
 
 O what ? Ask not the Tongues of men. 
 
 Angells cannot tell, suffice, 
 
 Thy selfe shall feel thine own full joyes 
 
 And hold them fast for ever there 
 
 So soon as you first appear, 
 
 The MOON of maiden Starrs, thy white 
 
 MISTRESSE, attended by such bright 
 
 Soules as thy shining self, shall come 
 
 And in her first rankes make thee room ; 
 
 Where 'mongst her snowy family 
 
 Immortall well comes wait for thee. 
 
 O what delight, when reveal'd LI[FE] shall stand 
 And teach thy lipps heav'n with his hand; 
 On which thou now maist to thy wishes 
 Heap up thy consecrated kisses. 
 What joyes shall seize thy soul, when she 
 Bending her blessed eyes on thee 
 (Those second Smiles of Heav'n) shall dart 
 Her mild rayes through thy melting heart! 
 
 Angels, thy old freinds, there shall greet thee 
 Glad at their own home now to meet thee. 
 
 All thy good WORKES which went before 
 And waited for thee, at the door, 
 Shall own thee there ; and all in one 
 Weave a constellation 
 
 Of CROWNS, with which the KING thy spouse 
 Shall build up thy triumphant browes. 
 
 All thy old woes shall now smile on thee 
 And thy paines sitt bright upon thee 
 All thy SUFFRINGS be divine. 
 TEARES shall take comfort, & turn gemms 
 And WRONGS repent to Diademms. 
 Ev'n thy Death shall live ; & new 
 Dresse the soul that erst they slew. 
 Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarres 
 As keep account of the LAMB'S warres. 
 
 Those rare WORKES where thou shalt leave writt. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 Love's noble history, with witt 
 Taught thee by none but him, while here 
 They feed our soules, shall cloth THINE there. 
 Each heavnly word by whose hid flame 
 Our hard Hearts shall strike fire, the same 
 Shall flourish on thy browes, & be 
 Both fire to us & flame to thee ; 
 Whose light shall live bright in thy FACE 
 By glory, in our hearts by grace. 
 
 Thou shalt look round about, & see 
 Thousands of crown'd Soules throng to be 
 Themselves thy crown. Sons of thy vowes 
 The virgin-births with which thy soveraign spouse 
 Made fruitfull thy fair soul, goe now 
 And with them all about thee bow 
 To Him, put on (hee'l say) put on 
 (My rosy love) That thy rich zone 
 Sparkling with the sacred flames 
 Of thousand soules, whose happy names 
 Heav'n keep upon thy score. (Thy bright 
 Life brought them first to kisse the light 
 That kindled them to Starrs.) and so 
 Thou with the LAMB, thy lord, shalt goe ; 
 And whereso'ere he setts his white 
 Stepps, walk with HIM those wayes of light 
 Which who in death would live to see, 
 Must learn in life to dy like thee. 
 
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 AN 
 
 APOLOGIE 
 
 FOR 
 
 THE FORE-GOING HYM[NE] 
 
 as having been writt when the au- 
 thor was yet among the 
 protestantes. 
 
 THus have I back again to thy bright name 
 (Fair floud of holy fires !) transfus'd the flame 
 I took from reading thee, tis to thy wrong 
 I know, that in my weak & worthlesse song 
 Thou here art sett to shine where thy full day 
 Scarse dawnes. O pardon if I dare to say 
 Thine own dear bookes are guilty. For from thence 
 I learn 't to know that love is eloquence. 
 That hopefull maxime gave me hart to try 
 If, what to other tongues is tun'd so high, 
 Thy praise might not speak English too ; forbid 
 (By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde) 
 Forbid it, mighty Love ! let no fond Hate 
 Of names & wordes, so farr praejudicate. 
 Souls are not SPANIARDS too, one freindly floud 
 Of BAPTISM blends them all into a blood. 
 CHRIST'S faith makes but one body of all soules 
 A[n]d love's that body's soul, no law controwlls 
 Our free traffique for heav'n we may maintaine 
 Peace, sure, with piety, though it come from SPAIN. 
 What soul so e're, in any language, can 
 Speak heav'n like her's is my souls country-man. 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 O 'tis not Spanish, but 'tis heav'n she speaks ! 
 'Tis heav'n that lyes in ambush there, & breaks 
 From thence into the wondring reader's brest ; 
 Who feels his warm HEART into a nest 
 Of little EAGLES & young loves, whose high 
 Flights scorn the lazy dust, & things that dy. 
 
 There are now, whose draughts (as deep as hell) 
 Drink up al SPAIN in sack. Let my soul swell 
 With thee, strong wine of love ! let others swimme 
 In puddles ; we will pledge this SERAPHIM 
 Bowles full of richer blood then blush of grape 
 Was ever guilty of, Change we too 'our shape 
 (My soul,) Some drink from men to beasts, o then 
 Drink we till we prove more, not lesse, then men, 
 And turn not beasts, but Angels. Let the king 
 Me ever into these his cellars bring 
 Where flowes such wine as we can have of none 
 But HIM who trod the wine-presse all alone. 
 Wine of youth, life, & the sweet Deaths of love ; 
 Wine of immortall mixture ; which can prove 
 It's Tincture from the rosy nectar ; wine 
 That can exalt weak EARTH ; & so refine 
 Our dust, that at one draught, mortality 
 May drink it self up, and forget to dy. 
 
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 THE 
 
 FLAMING HEART 
 
 UPON THE BOOK AND 
 
 Pifhire of the seraphicall saint 
 
 TERESA, 
 
 (AS SHE IS USUALLY EX- 
 
 pressed with a SERAPHIM 
 b[e]side her.) 
 
 WE11 meaning readers ! you that come as freinds 
 And catch the pretious name this peice pretends; 
 Make not too much hast to' admire 
 That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire. 
 That is a SERAPHIM, they say 
 And this the great TERESIA. 
 Readers, be rul'd by me ; & make 
 Here a well-plac't & wise mistake 
 You must transpose the picture quite, 
 And spell it wrong to read it right ; 
 Read HIM for her, & her for him ; 
 And call the SAINT the SERAPHIM. 
 
 Painter, what didst thou understand 
 To put her dart into his hand ! 
 See, even the yeares & size of him 
 Showes this the mother SERAPHIM. 
 This is the mistresse flame ; & duteous he 
 Her happy fire-works, here, comes down to see. 
 O most poor-spirited of men ! 
 Had thy cold Pencil kist her PEN 
 
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 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO 
 
 Thou couldst not so unkindly err 
 
 To show us This faint shade for HER. 
 
 Why man, this speakes pure mortall frame ; 
 
 And mockes with female FROST love's manly flame. 
 
 One would suspecl: thou meant'st to print 
 
 Some weak, inferiour, woman saint. 
 
 But had thy pale-fac't purple took 
 
 Fire from the burning cheeks of that bright Booke 
 
 Thou wouldst on her have heap't up all 
 
 That could be found SERAPHICALL ; 
 
 What e're this youth of fire weares fair, 
 
 Rosy fingers, radiant hair, 
 
 Glowing cheek, & glistering wings, 
 
 All those fair & flagrant things, 
 
 But before all, that fiery DART 
 
 Had fill'd the Hand of this great HEART. 
 
 Doe then as equall right requires, 
 Since His the blushes be, & her's the fires, 
 Resume & rectify thy rude design ; 
 Undresse thy Seraphim into MINE. 
 Redeem this injury of thy art ; 
 Give HIM the vail, give her the dart. 
 
 Give Him the vail ; that he may cover 
 The Red cheeks of a rivall'd lover. 
 Asham'd that our world, now, can show 
 Nests of new Seraphims here below. 
 
 Give her the DART for it is she 
 (Fair youth) shootes both thy shaft & THEE 
 Say, all ye wise & well-peirc't hearts 
 That live & dy amidst her darts, 
 What is't your tastfull spirits doe prove 
 In that rare life of Her, and love ? 
 Say & bear wittnes. Sends she not 
 A SERAPHIM at every shott ? 
 
 What magazins of immortall ARMES there shine! 
 Heavn's great artillery in each love-spun line. 
 Give then the dart to her who gives the flame ; 
 Give him the veil, who gives the shame. 
 
 But if it be the frequent fate 
 Of worst faults to be fortunate j 
 
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 If all's prescription ; & proud wrong 
 Hearkens not to an humble song ; 
 For all the gallantry of him, 
 Give me the sufF[r]ing SERAPHIM. 
 His be the bravery of all those Bright things. 
 The glowing cheekes, the glistering wings ; 
 The Rosy hand, the radiant DART ; 
 Leave HER alone THE FLAMING HEART. 
 
 Leave her that ; and thou shalt leave her 
 Not one loose shaft but love's whole quiver. 
 For in love's feild was never found 
 A nobler weapon then a WOUND. 
 Love's passives are his a&iv'st part, 
 The wounded is the wounding heart. 
 O HEART ! the aequall poise of love's both parts 
 Bigge alike with wound & darts. 
 Live in these conquering leaves ; live all the same ; 
 And walk through all tongues one triumphant FLAME. 
 Live here, great HEART ; & love and dy & kill ; 
 And bleed & wound ; and yeild & conquer still. 
 Let this immortall life wherere it comes 
 Walk in a crowd of loves & MARTYRDOMES. 
 Let mystick DEATHS wait on't ; & wise soules be 
 The love-slain wittnesses of this life of thee. 
 O sweet incendiary ! shew here thy art, 
 Upon this carcasse of a hard, cold, hart, 
 Let all thy scatter'd shafts of light, that play 
 Among the leaves of thy larg Books of day, 
 Combin'd against this BREST at once break in 
 And take away from me my self & sin, 
 This gratious Robbery shall thy bounty be ; 
 And my best fortunes such fair spoiles of me. 
 O thou undanted daughter of desires ! 
 By all thy dowr of LIGHTS & FIRES ; 
 By all the eagle in thee, all the dove ; 
 By all thy lives & deaths of love ; 
 By thy larg draughts of intelle&uall day, 
 And by thy th[ir]sts of love more large then they ; 
 By all thy brim-fill'd Bowles of feirce desire 
 By thy last Morning's draught of liquid fire ; 
 
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 By the full kingdome of that finall kisse 
 
 That seiz'd thy parting Soul, & seal'd thee his; 
 
 By all the heav'ns thou hast in him 
 
 (Fair sister of the SERAPHIM !) 
 
 By all of HIM we have in THEE ; 
 
 Leave nothing of my SELF in me. 
 
 Let me so read thy life, that I 
 
 Unto all life of mine may dy. 
 
 A SONG. 
 
 LORD, when the sense of thy sweet g[r]ace 
 Sends up my soul to seek thy face. 
 Thy blessed eyes breed such desire, 
 I dy in love's delicious Fire. 
 
 O love, I am thy SACRIFICE. 
 Be still triumphant, blessed eyes. 
 Still shine on me, fair suns ! that I 
 Still may behold, though still I dy. 
 Second part. 
 
 Though still I dy, I live again ; 
 Still longing so to be still slain, 
 So gainfull is such losse of breath. 
 I dy even in desire of death. 
 
 Still live in me this loving strife 
 Of living DEATH & dying LIFE. 
 For while thou sweetly slayest me 
 Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee. 
 
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 PRAYER. 
 
 AN ODE, WHICH WAS 
 
 Praefixed to a little Prayer-book 
 
 giv[e]n to a young 
 
 GENTLE-WOMAN. 
 
 O here a little volume, but great Book ! 
 
 A nest of new-born sweets ; 
 
 Whose native fires disdaining 
 
 To ly thus folded, & complaining 
 
 Of these ignoble sheets, 
 
 Affect more comly bands 
 
 (Fair one) from the kind hands 
 
 And confidently look 
 
 To find the rest 
 
 Of a rich binding in your BREST. 
 It is, in one choise handfull, heavenn ; & all 
 Heavn's Royall host ; incamp't thus small 
 To prove that true schooles use to tell, 
 Ten thousand Angels in one point can dwell. 
 It is love's great artillery 
 
 Which here contracts i[t] self, & comes to ly 
 Close couch't in their white bosom : & from thence 
 As from a snowy fortresse of defence, 
 Against their ghostly foes to take their part, 
 And fortify the hold of their chast heart. 
 It is an armory of light 
 Let constant use but keep it bright, 
 
 You'l find it yeilds 
 To holy hands & humble hearts 
 
 More swords & sheilds 
 Then sin hath snares, or Hell hath darts. 
 
 Only be sure 
 
 The hands be pure 
 
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 That hold these weapons ; & the eyes 
 Those of turtles, chast & true ; 
 
 Wakefull & wise ; 
 Here is a freind shall fight for you, 
 Hold but this book before their heart ; 
 Let prayer alone to play his part, 
 
 But 6 the heart 
 
 That studyes this high ART 
 
 Must be a sure house-keeper ; 
 
 And yet no sleeper. 
 
 Dear soul, be strong. 
 
 MERCY will come e're long 
 And bring his besom fraught with blessings, 
 Flowers of never fading graces 
 To make immortall dressings 
 For worthy soules, whose wise embraces 
 Store up themselves for HIM, who is alone 
 The SPOUSE of Virgins & the Virgin's son. 
 But if the noble BRIDEGROOM, when he come, 
 Shall find the loytering HEART from home ; 
 
 Leaving her chast aboad 
 
 To gadde abroad 
 
 Among the gay mates of the god of flyes ; 
 To take her pleasure & to play 
 And keep the devill's holyday ; 
 To dance th'sunshine of some smiling 
 
 But beguiling 
 Spheares of sweet & sugred Lyes, 
 
 Some slippery Pair 
 Of false, perhaps as fair, 
 Flattering but forswearing eyes ; 
 Doubtlesse some other heart 
 
 Will gett the start 
 Mean while, & stepping in before 
 Will take possession of that sacred store 
 Of hidden sweets & holy joyes. 
 WORDS which are not heard with EARES 
 (Those tumultuous shops of noise) 
 Effedtuall wispers, whose still voice 
 The soul it selfe more feeles then heares ; 
 
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 Amorous languishments ; luminous trances ; 
 
 SIGHTS which are not seen with eyes ; 
 
 Spiritual! & soul-peircing glances 
 
 Whose pure & subtil lightning flyes 
 
 Home to the heart, & setts the house on fire 
 
 And melts it down in sweet desire : 
 
 Yet does not stay 
 
 To ask the windows leave to passe that way ; 
 Delicious DEATHS ; soft exalations 
 Of soul ; dear & divine annihilations ; 
 
 A thousand unknown rites 
 Of joyes & rarefy'd delights ; 
 A hundred thousand goods, glories, & graces, 
 
 And many a mystick thing 
 
 Which the divine embraces 
 Of the deare spouse of spirits with them will bring 
 
 For which it is no shame 
 That dull mortality must not know a name. 
 
 Of all this store 
 Of blessings & ten thousand more 
 
 (If when he come 
 
 He find the Heart from home) 
 
 Doubtlesse he will unload 
 
 Himself some other where, 
 
 And poure abroad 
 
 His pretious sweets 
 
 On the fair soul whom first he meets. 
 O fair, 6 fortunate ! O riche, 6 dear ! 
 O happy & thrice happy she 
 
 Selected dove 
 
 Who ere she be, 
 
 Whose early love 
 
 With winged vowes 
 
 Makes hast to meet her morning spouse 
 And close with his immortall kisses. 
 Happy indeed, who never misses 
 To improve that pretious hour, 
 
 And every day 
 
 Seize her sweet prey 
 All fresh & fragrant as he rises 
 
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 Dropping with a baulmy Showr 
 A delicious dew of spices ; 
 O let the blissfull heart hold fast 
 Her heavnly arm-full, she shall tast 
 At once ten thousand paradises ; 
 
 She shall have power 
 
 To rifle & deflour 
 
 The rich & roseall spring of those rare sweets 
 Which with a swelling bosome there she meets 
 
 Boundles & infinite 
 
 Bottomles treasures 
 Of pure inebriating pleasures. 
 Happy proof! she shal discover 
 
 What joy, what blisse, 
 How many Heav'ns at once it is 
 To have her GOD become her LOVER. 
 
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 T O 
 THE SAME PARTY 
 
 COUNCEL 
 
 D 
 
 CONCERNING HER 
 
 C H O I S E. 
 
 I Ear, heavn-designed SOUL ! 
 
 Amongst the rest 
 Of suters that beseige your Maiden brest, 
 
 Why m[a]y not I 
 
 My fortune try 
 
 And venture to speak one good word 
 Not for my self alas, but for my dearer LORD ? 
 You'ave seen allready, in this lower sphear 
 Of froth & bubbles, what to look for here. 
 Say, gentle soul, what can you find 
 
 But painted shapes, 
 
 Peacocks & Apes, 
 
 Illustrious flyes, 
 Guilded dunghills, glorious LYES, 
 
 Goodly surmises 
 
 And deep disguises, 
 Oathes of water, words of wind ? 
 TRUTH biddes me say, 'tis time you cease to trust 
 Your soul to any son of dust. 
 'Tis time you listen to a braver love, 
 
 Which from above 
 
 Calls you up higher 
 
 And biddes you come 
 
 And choose your roome 
 Among his own fair sonnes of fire, 
 
 Where you among 
 
 The golden throng 
 That watches at his palace doores 
 
 May passe along 
 
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 And follow those fair starres of yours ; 
 Starrs much too fair & pure to wait upon 
 The false smiles of a sublunary sun. 
 Sweet, let me prophesy that at last t'will prove 
 
 Your wary love 
 
 Layes up his purer & more pretious vowes, 
 And meanes them for a farre more worthy SPOUSE 
 Then this world of Lyes can give ye 
 Ev'n for Him with whom nor cost, 
 Nor love, nor labour can be lost ; 
 Him who never will deceive ye. 
 Let not my lord, the Mighty lover 
 Of soules, disdain that I discover 
 
 The hidden art 
 Of his high stratagem to win your heart, 
 
 It was his heavnly art 
 
 Kindly to crosse you 
 
 In your mistaken love, 
 
 That, at the next remove 
 
 Thence he might tosse you 
 
 And strike your troubled heart 
 Home to himself; to hide it in his brest 
 
 The bright ambrosiall nest, 
 Of love, of life, & everlasting rest. 
 
 Happy Mystake ! 
 
 That thus shall wake 
 Your wise soul, never to be wonne 
 Now with a love below the sun. 
 Your first choyce failes, 6 when you choose agen 
 May it not be amongst the sonnes of Men. 
 
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 A L E X I A S. 
 
 THE 
 
 COMPLAINT 
 
 OF 
 THE FORSAKEN WIFE 
 
 OF SANITE ALEXIS. 
 THE FIRST ELEGIE. 
 
 I Late the roman youth's lov'd prayse & pride, 
 Whom long none could obtain, though thousands try'd, 
 Lo here am left (alas), For my lost mate 
 T'embrace my teares, & kisse an unkind FATE. 
 Sure in my early woes starres were at strife, 
 And try'd to make a WIDOW ere a WIFE. 
 Nor can I tell (and this new teares doth breed) 
 In what strange path my lord's fair footsteppes bleed. 
 O knew I where he wander'd, I should see 
 Some solace in my sorrow's certainty 
 I'd send my woes in words should weep for me. 
 (Who knowes how powrfull well-writt praires would be ?) 
 Sending's too slow a word, my selfe would fly. 
 Who knowes my own heart's woes so well as I ? 
 But how shall I steal hence ? ALEXIS thou 
 Ah thou thy self, alas, hast taught me how. 
 Love too, that leads the, would lend the wings 
 To bear me harmlesse through the hardest things. 
 And where love lends the wing, & leads the way, 
 What dangers can there be dare say me nay ? 
 If I be shipwrack't Love shall teach to swimme. 
 If drown'd ; sweet is the death indur'd for HIM, 
 The noted sea shall change his name with me ; 
 I, 'mongst the blest STARRES a new name shall be, 
 
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 And sure where lovers make their watry graves 
 
 The weeping mariner will augment the waves. 
 
 For who so hard, but passing by that way 
 
 Will take acquaintance of my woes, & say 
 
 Here't was the roman MAID found a hard fate 
 
 While through the world she sought her wandring mate. 
 
 Here perish't she, poor heart, heavns, be my vowes 
 
 As true to me, as she was to her spouse. 
 
 O live, so rare a love ! live ! & in thee 
 
 The too frail life of femal constancy. 
 
 Farewell ; & shine, fair soul, shine there above 
 
 Firm in thy crown, as here fast in thy love. 
 
 There thy lost fugitive thou'hast found at last. 
 
 Be happy ; and for ever hold him fast. 
 
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 THE 
 SECONDE ELEGIE. 
 
 T Hough All the joyes I had fleed hence with Thee, 
 Unkind! yet are my TEARES still true to me. 
 I'am wedded ore again since thou art gone ; 
 Nor couldst thou, cruell, leave me quite alone. 
 ALEXIS' widdow now is sorrow's wife. 
 With him shall I weep out my weary life. 
 Wellcome, my sad sweet Mate! Now have I gott 
 At last a constant love that leaves me not. 
 Firm he, as thou art false, Nor need my cryes 
 Thus vex the earth & teare the skyes. 
 For him, alas, n'ere shall I need to be 
 Troublesom to the world, thus, as for thee. 
 For thee I talk to trees ; with silent groves 
 Expostulate my woes & much-wrong'd loves. 
 Hills & relentlesse rockes, or if there be 
 Things that in hardnesse more allude to thee ; 
 To these I talk in teares/ & tell my pain ; 
 And answer too for them in teares again. 
 How oft have I wept out the weary sun ! 
 My watry hour-glasse hath old time outrunne. 
 O I am learned grown, Poor love & I 
 Have study'd over all astrology. 
 I'am perfect in heavn's state, with every starr 
 My skillfull greife is grown familiar. 
 Rise, fairest of those fires ; whate're thou be 
 Whose rosy beam shall point my sun to me. 
 Such as the sacred light that erst did bring 
 The EASTERN princes to their infant king. 
 O rise, pure lamp ! & lend thy golden ray 
 That weary love at last may nnd his way. 
 
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 THE 
 THIRD ELEGIE. ; 
 
 Rich, churlish LAND ! that hid'st so long in thee, 
 My treasures, rich, alas, by robbing mee. 
 Needs must my miseryes owe that man a spite 
 Who e're he be was the first wandring knight. 
 O had he nere been at that cruell [c]ost 
 NATURE'S virginity had nere been lost. 
 Seas had not bin rebuk't by sawcy oares 
 But ly'n lock't up safe in their sacred shores. 
 Men had not spurn 'd at mountaines j nor made warrs 
 With rocks ; nor bold hands struck the world's strong barres. 
 Nor lost in too larg bounds, our little Rome 
 Full sweetly with it selfe had dwell't at home. 
 My poor ALEXIS, then in peacefull life, 
 Had under some low roofe lov'd his plain wife 
 But now, ah me, from where he has no foes 
 He flyes ; & into willfull exile goes. 
 Cruell return. Or tell the reason why 
 Thy dearest parents have deserv'd to dy. 
 And I, what is my crime I cannot tell, 
 Unlesse it be a crime to'have lov'd too well. 
 If Heates of holyer love & high desire 
 Make bigge thy fair brest with immortall fire, 
 What needes my virgin lord fly thus from me, 
 Who only wish his virgin wife to be ? 
 Wittnesse, chast heavns ! no happyer vowes I know 
 Then to a virgin GRAVE untouch't to goe. 
 Love's truest Knott by venus is not ty'd; 
 Nor doe embraces onely make a bride. 
 The QUEEN of angels, (and men chast as You) 
 Was MAIDEN WIFE & MAIDEN MOTHER too. 
 CECILIA, Glory of her name & blood 
 With happy gain her maiden vowes made good. 
 The lusty bridegroom made approach : young man 
 Take heed (said she) take heed, VALERIAN! 
 
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 My bosome's guard, a SPIRIT great & strong, 
 
 Stands arm'd, to sheild me from all wanton wrong. 
 
 My Chastity is sacred ; & my sleep 
 
 Wakefull, her dear vowes undenTd to keep. 
 
 PALLAS beares armes, forsooth, and should there be 
 
 No fortresse built for true VIRGINITY ? 
 
 No gaping gorgon, this. None, like the rest 
 
 Of your learn 'd lyes. Here you'l find no such jest. 
 
 I 'am yours, O were my GOD, my CHRIST so too, 
 
 I'd know no name of love on earth but you. 
 
 He yeilds, and straight Baptis'd, obtains the grace 
 
 To gaze on the fair souldier's glorious face. 
 
 Both mixt at last their blood in one rich bed 
 
 Of rosy MARTYRDOMS, twice Married. 
 
 O burn our hymen bright in such high Flame. 
 
 Thy torch, terrestriall love, have here no name. 
 
 How sweet the mutuall yoke of man & wife, 
 
 When holy fires maintain love's Heavnly life ! 
 
 But I, (so help me heavn my hopes to see) 
 
 When thousand sought my love, lov'd none but Thee. 
 
 Still, as their vain teares my firm vowes did try, 
 
 ALEXIS, he alone is mine (said I) 
 
 Half true, alas, half false, proves that poor line. 
 
 ALEXIS is alone ; But is not mine. 
 
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 DESCRIPTION 
 
 O F 
 A RELIGIOUS HOUSE 
 
 AND CONDITION 
 
 OF LIFE 
 (OUT OF BARCLAY.) 
 
 NO roofes of gold o're riotous tables shining 
 Whole dayes & suns devour'd with endlesse dining; 
 No sailes of tyrian sylk proud pavements sweeping ; 
 Nor ivory couches costlyer slumbers keeping ; 
 False lights of flairing gemmes ; tumultuous joyes ; 
 Halls full of flattering men & fris[k]ing boyes ; 
 Whate're false showes of short & slippery good 
 Mix the mad sons of men in mutuall blood. 
 But WALKES & unshorn woods ; and soules, just so 
 Unforc't & genuine ; but not shady tho. 
 Our lodgings hard & homely as our fare. 
 That chast & cheap, as the few clothes we weare. 
 Those, course & negligent, As the naturall lockes 
 Of these loose groves, rough as th'unpolish't rockes. 
 A hasty Portion of prescribed sleep ; 
 Obedient slumbers; thu.- can wake & weep, 
 And sing, [&] sigh, & work, and sleep again ; 
 Still rowling a round spear of still-returning pain. 
 Hands full of harty labours ; doe much, that more they may, 
 And work for work, not wages ; let to morrow's 
 New drops, wash off the sweat of this daye's sorrows. 
 A long & dayly-d[y]ing life, which breaths 
 A respiration of reviving deaths. 
 But neither are there those ignoble stings 
 That nip the bosome of the world's best things, 
 
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 And lash Earth-laboring souls. 
 
 No cruell guard of diligent cares, that keep 
 
 Crown'd woes awake ; as things too wise for sleep. 
 
 But reverent discipline, & religious fear, 
 
 And soft obedience, find sweet biding here ; 
 
 Silence, & sacred rest ; peace, & pure joyes ; 
 
 Kind loves keep house, ly close, make no noise, 
 
 And room enough for Monarchs, while none swells 
 
 Beyond the kingdomes of contentfull Cells. 
 
 The self-remembring SOUL sweetly recovers 
 
 Her kindred with the Starrs ; not basely hovers 
 
 Below ; But meditates her immortall way 
 
 Home to the originall sourse of LIGHT & intelle&uall Day. 
 
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 AN 
 
 EPITAPH 
 UPON 
 
 A YOUNG MARRIED COUPLE 
 DEAD AND BURYED 
 
 TOGETHER. 
 
 TO these, whom DEATH again did wed, 
 This GRAVE'S their second Marriage-bed; 
 For though the hand of fate could force 
 'Twixt SOUL & BODY a Divorce, 
 It could not sunder man & WI[F]E, 
 'Cause They Both lived but one life. 
 Peace, good Reader. Doe not weep. 
 Peace, The Lovers are asleep. 
 They, sweet Turtles, folded ly 
 In the last knott love could ty. 
 And though they ly as they were dead, 
 Their Pillow stone, their sheetes of lead, 
 (Pillow hard, & sheetes not warm) 
 Love made the bed; They'l take no harm 
 Let them sleep : let them sleep on. 
 Till this stormy night be gone, 
 Till the 'jEternall morrow dawn ; 
 Then the curtaines will be drawn 
 'And they wake into a light. 
 Whose day shall never dy in Night. 
 
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 DEATH'S LECTURE 
 
 AND THE 
 FUNERAL 
 
 OF 
 A YOUNG GENTLEMAN, 
 
 Ear Reliques of a dislodg'd SOUL, whose lack 
 
 Makes many a mourning paper put on black! 
 O stay a while, ere thou draw in thy head 
 And wind thy self up close in thy cold bed. 
 Stay but a little while, untill I call 
 A summons worthy of thy funerall. 
 Come then, YOUTH, BEAUTY, & blood! 
 
 All the soft powres. 
 
 Whose sylken flatteryes swell a few fond howres 
 Into a false aeternity. Come man ; 
 Hyperbolized NOTHING ! know thy span ; 
 Take thine own measure here down, down, & bow 
 Before thy self in thine idaea ; thou 
 Huge emptynes ! contract thy self; & shrinke 
 All thy Wild circle to a Point. O sink 
 Lower & lower yet ; till thy leane size 
 Call heavn to look on thee with n[a]rrow eyes. 
 Lesser & lesser yet ; till thou begin 
 To show a face, fitt to confesse thy Kin, 
 Thy neighbourhood to NOTHING. 
 Proud lookes, & lofty eyliddes, here putt on 
 Your selves in your unfaign'd reflexion, 
 Here, gallant ladyes ! this unpartiall glasse 
 (Though you be painted) showes you your true face. 
 These death-seal'd lippes are they dare give the ly 
 To the lowd Boasts of poor Mortality. 
 These curtain 'd windows, this retired eye 
 Outstares the liddes of larg-look't tyranny. 
 This posture is the brave one this that lyes 
 Thus low, stands up (me thinkes,) thus & defies 
 The world. All-daring dust & ashes ! only you 
 Of all interpreters read Nature True. 
 
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 TEMPERANCE. 
 
 O F THE 
 CHEAP PHYSITIAN 
 
 UPON 
 THE TRANSLATION OF 
 
 LESS I U S. 
 
 GOe now ; and with some daring drugg 
 Bait thy disease. And whilst they tugge, 
 Thou to maintain their pretious strife 
 Spend the dear treasures of thy life. 
 Goe, take physick Doat upon 
 Some big-nam'd composition. 
 Th'Oraculous DOCTOR'S mystick bills ; 
 Certain hard WORDS made into pills, 
 And what at last shalt' gain by these ? 
 Only a costlyer disease. 
 That which makes us have no need 
 Of physick, that's Pnvsick indeed. 
 Hark hither, Reader ! wilt thou see 
 Nature her own physitian be ? 
 Wilt' see a man, all his own wealth, 
 His own musick, his own health ; 
 A man whose sober soul can tell 
 How to wear her garments well. 
 Her garments, that upon her sitt 
 As garments should doe, close & fitt ; 
 A well-cloth'd soul ; that's not opp[r]est 
 Nor choak't with what she should be drest. 
 A soul sheath 'd in a christall shrine ; 
 Through which all her bright features shine; 
 As when a peice of wanton lawn 
 A thinne, aeriall veil, is drawn 
 
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 Or'e beauty's face seeming to hide 
 
 More sweetly showes the blushing bride. 
 
 A soul, whose intelle&uall beames 
 
 No mists doe mask, no lazy steames. 
 
 A happy soul, that all the way, 
 
 To HEAVN rides in a summer's day. 
 
 Wouldst' see a man, whose well-warm'd blood 
 
 Bathes him in a genuine flood ! 
 
 A man, whose tuned humors be 
 
 A seat of rarest harmony ? 
 
 Wouldst' see blith lookes, fresh cheekes beguil 
 
 Age ? wouldst see december smile ? 
 
 Wouldst' see nests of new roses grow 
 
 In a bed [o]f re[v]erend snow ? 
 
 Warm thoughts, free spirits flattering 
 
 Winter's selfe into a S[P]RING. 
 
 In summe, wouldst see a man that can 
 
 Live to be old, and still a man ? 
 
 Whose latest & most leaden houres 
 
 Fall with soft wings, stuck with soft flowres ; 
 
 And when life's sweet fable ends, 
 
 Soul & body part like freinds ; 
 
 No quarrells, murmurs, no delay ; 
 
 A KISSE, a SIGH, and so away. 
 
 This rare one, reader, wouldst thou see ? 
 
 Hark hither ; and thy self be HE. 
 
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 HOPE. 
 
 HOpe whose weak beeing ruin'd is 
 Alike if it succeed or if it misse ! 
 
 Whom ill or good does equally confound 
 
 And both the homes of fate's dilemma wound. 
 Vain shadow ; that dost vanish quite 
 Both at full noon & perfect night ! 
 
 The starres have not a possibility 
 Of blessing Thee. 
 
 If thinges then from their end we happy call, 
 
 'Tis hope is the most hopelesse thing of all. 
 Hope, thou bold Taster of delight ! 
 
 Who in stead of doing so, devourst it quite. 
 
 Thou bringst us an estate, yet leav'st us poor 
 
 By clogging it with legacyes before. 
 
 The joyes which we intire should wed 
 Come deflour'd-virgins to our bed. 
 
 Good fortunes without gain imported be 
 
 Such mighty custom's paid to Thee. 
 
 For joy like wine kep't close, does better tast ; 
 
 If it take air before his spirits wast. 
 Hope fortun's cheating lottery 
 
 Where for one prize, an hundred blankes there be. 
 
 Fond archer, hope. Who tak'st thine aime so farr 
 
 That still or short or wide thine arrowes are ; 
 
 Thinne empty cloud which th-ey deceives 
 With shapes that our own fancy gives. 
 
 A cloud which gilt & painted now appeares 
 But must drop presently in teares 
 
 When thy false beames o're reason's light prevail, 
 
 By IGNES FATUI for north starres we sail. 
 Brother of fear more gayly clad. 
 
 The merryer fool oth two, yet quite as mad. 
 
 Sire of repen[t]ance, child of fond desire 
 
 That blow'st the chymick & the lover's fire. 
 
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 Still leading them insensibly'on 
 With the strong witchcraft of Anon. 
 By thee the one does changing nature through 
 
 Her endlesse labyrinth's pursue, 
 And th'other chases woman ; while she goes 
 More wayes & turnes then hunted nature knowes. 
 
 M. COWLET. 
 
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 M. CRASHAWS 
 ANSWER 
 
 FOR HOPE. 
 
 DEar hope ! earth's dowry, & heavn's debt ! 
 The entity of those that are not yet. 
 Subtlest, but surest beeing ! Thou by whom 
 Our nothing has a definition ! 
 
 Substantial! shade ! whose sweet allay 
 
 Blends both the noones of night & day. 
 Fates cannot find out a capacity 
 
 Of hurting thee. 
 
 From Thee their lean dilemma, with blunt horn, 
 Shrinkes, as the sick moon from the wholsome morn. 
 
 Rich hope ! love's legacy, under lock 
 Of faith ! still spending, & still growing stock ! 
 Our crown-land lyes above yet each meal brings 
 A seemly portion for the sonnes of kings. 
 
 Nor will the virgin joyes we wed 
 
 Come lesse unbroken to our bed, 
 Because that from the bridall c[h]eek of blisse 
 
 Thou steal'st us down a distant kisse. 
 Hope's chast stealth harmes no more joye's maidenhead 
 Then spousall rites prejudge the marriage bed. 
 
 Fair hope ! our earlyer heav'n by thee 
 Young time is taster to eternity. 
 
 Thy generous wine with age growes strong, not sowre. 
 Nor does it kill thy fruit, to smell thy flowre. 
 
 Thy golden, growing, head never hangs down 
 
 Till in the lappe of loves full noone 
 It falls ; and dyes ! o no, it melts away 
 
 As does the dawn into the day. 
 As lumpes of sugar loose themselves ; and twine 
 Their supple essence with the soul of wine. 
 
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 Fortune ? alas, above the world's low warres 
 
 Hope walks ; & kickes the curld heads of conspiring starres. 
 
 Her keel cutts not the waves where These winds stirr, 
 
 Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her. 
 
 Sweet hope ! kind cheat ! fair fallacy by thee 
 We are not WHERE nor What we be, 
 
 But WHAT & WHERE we would be. Thus art thou 
 
 Our absent PRESENCE, and our future Now. 
 
 Faith's sister ! nurse of fair desire ! 
 
 Fear's anti[dot]e ! a wise & well-stay 'd fire ! 
 
 Temper twixt chill despair, & torrid joy! 
 
 Queen Regent in yonge love's minority! 
 
 Though the vext chymick vainly chases 
 His fugitive gold through all her faces ; 
 
 Though love's more feirce, more fruitlesse, fires assay 
 One face more fugitive then all they ; 
 
 True hope's a glorious hunter & her chase, 
 
 The GOD of nature in the feilds of grace. 
 
 J E S U. 
 
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 Richardi Cras/iawi 
 
 POEMATA 
 
 ET 
 
 EPIGRAMMATA, 
 Quae scripsit Latina & Graeca, 
 
 Dum Aulcz Pemb. Alumnus fuit, 
 
 Et 
 Collegii Petrensis Socius. 
 
 Editio Secunda, Auctior & emendatior. 
 
 et//z.a#t?7? 
 Hcncrjcrev, Moi/crwj/ 
 
 KOI XaiTtoy. 
 
 CANTABRIGim, 
 
 Ex Officina Joan. Hayes, Celeberrimae Academiae 
 Typographi. 1670.
 
 Luc. 18. 
 Pharisaeus & Publicanus. 
 
 *AN 8pe9, IBov, (erepoicn voois) SIKO Ipov e 
 LM- 'rf\o0ev 6ppa>8et /celvos 6 <}>piKa\eo<>, 
 
 o fjiev co? <ro/3apo9 vrjov f^v^ov 6771*9 ttcavtt* 
 TL\e2ov 6 p.ev vrjov, TT\IOV 6 8' el-^e 6eov. 
 
 MARC. 12. 44. 
 Obolum viduae. 
 
 KEp/iartoto ^pa-^ela pdvis, ftioroio r a<j>avpi]<; 
 v Ep/co9, aTTOcrra^ei p^et/309 OTTO rpopepas. 
 
 Tot9 8e avacrKipra 7roXi>9 a^>po9 avai&eos o\/3ov 
 'Ot /^ey aTTOppiTrrov tcetva &eSa>K povov. 
 
 MATTH. 28. 
 Ecce locus ubi jacuit Dominus. 
 
 A.LSt/j,e, pal avrov fjid\\6v pot SeiicvvOi avrov. 
 , Seo/iat, at>ro9 e'%^ Bdicpva. 
 
 'Et 8e TOTTOV fioL SeiKvvvai a\i$ earl, Kal ei 
 T609 
 
 Seircvvvai Bvvafj-ai, ye, teal elirelv 
 T609 Ma/3ta/z (^vtSe) etro at^af. 
 
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 In descensum SpiritAs san&i. 
 
 OTpavov eKTVTTrjcre /8/3o/i09* 7roXe/zoi> KOL 
 'Hfe Te(i)v ave,o crvv (>\oi aju 
 
 Avev 'IouSatO9. fiiapd arvyepwv rci tcdpijva 
 rjs opyrjs TO Trpiirov 
 
 'AXXa <ya\r)vai(i) ore /cetrat rj<TV)(ov darpa) 
 , /cat dftXyrovs Xet'^e <f>i\ov 
 
 ort 7<zp icevois OVK rjev 
 Nt/i/t erebv SIOTI roSSe icepavvbs ft}- 
 
 In S. Columbam ad Christi caput sedentem. 
 
 nH A Ta^vepyos dyei Trrepvy 1 dcrTepoeacrav eper/jiw 
 *H nvl tceiva <f>epei rrjv TroSa ^toverrjv ; 
 
 
 re Kar Tracrai? TTTepvyeo-triv eireyei' 
 cricid TOI Sao-iois Trai% fj,d\a ?rXo/ca/xot9. 
 
 ITo?a croi dppjjra) ^rLdvpicr^ari Ktiv dyopevei ; 
 "Apprjr ', OVK ^%>)9 IG 
 
 Moi)i/a fAev ^S' Spins aXta? e'r' a 
 "Agio, & opvidos fAOvva fiev f) 
 
 Ad D. Lucam medicum. 
 
 OTSev eyw, A.OVKO,, rrrapd <rov /MOI <f)dpfj,aicov alrw, 
 K.dv arv 8' tarpon 6779, /cdv fiev eyfo roo~epo9. 
 
 AXX' ev ocry Trapd&eLjfAa TreXet? yttot Trtcrrto?, ai^T0 
 Ai/ro9 tar/309, e/^ot 7' eo~crl 
 
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 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 
 In stabulum ubi natus est Dominus. 
 
 * (^\ I#09 68" eV' avKfj. ov JMIJ. [r]eo9 ot/co9, 
 V--^ 'Ej; ^' <w TV ritcrr] avXtov ov ireXerai. 
 
 irdvrwv pd\a Srj /caXXt<jTO9 efcetvo?' 
 Ovpavuv ovSe reov 
 
 /cevo veq> 
 
 fceivo veois Soapa poSotcrt <ye\d. 
 
 y poSov ov^i yeXd, rjv ovBe re ^pvcrov e/ceWev 
 E/c aov 8' o</>#aX.//,<uz/ e'crrt 
 
 MATTH. 4. 
 Hie lapis fiat panis. 
 
 " A Pro? e^i/ rot ST}T' (etVeii/ ^e/it? earlv) 
 *\- X3i(rre rot aros erv KOI 
 
 TOI) Trar/305 e'^ /AeyaXov TO de 
 "Apro? or OVK tfv rot, Xptare, rot apro? 
 
 In die Ascensionis Dominicae. 
 
 NT~v en, rjfjLerepov ere, Xptcrre, e^o/Mev rov epwra; 
 Ovpavov ovv ocrcrov rov fyQovov ct>9 evouev 
 
 Aarpare, /cat <f>oi/3ov, /cat /caXa rwi' ve<j>e\Q)v. 
 
 "Q<r<rov erjv, r/fj,tv o</>p' etT/ li/ roSe aarpov ; 
 "Avrpov ev rjfjiiv $' el<rt rot aarrp eicarov. 
 
 Hdvra p,drfjv. ori Xpio-re <rv OVK civd/Saives e? avrov, 
 ) ovpavb? et9 <re reo9. 
 
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 I 
 
 Luc. 18. 
 Cascus implorat Christum. 
 
 Mproba turba tace. Mihi tarn mea vota propinquant, 
 Et linguam de me vis tacuisse meam ? 
 
 Tune ego tune taceam, mih'i cum meus ille loquetur : 
 Si nescisy ocu/os vox habet ista meos. 
 
 nottis miserere mete, miserere ; per illam 
 In te qu<e primo riserit ore, diem. 
 
 O nottis miserere mecs, miserere \ per illam 
 Quee, nisi te videat, nox velit esse, diem. 
 
 noftis miserere me&, miserere ; per illam 
 In te quam fidei nox habet ipsa, diem. 
 
 Htec animi tarn clara dies rogat illam oculorum : 
 Illam, oro, dederis ; hanc mi hi ne rapias. 
 
 N 
 
 TKT e\eijo-ov e^r/v. e\er)a-ov. val TOI etcelvo 
 , vvi; 08" e/ 
 
 V Kivo, eo9, Beerai roSe 
 
 , 86<f poi eiceivo 
 
 34
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA 
 
 Luc. 15. 4. 
 
 Quis ex vobis si habeat centum oves, & perdiderit 
 unam ex illis &c. 
 
 o 
 
 Ut ego angelicis fiam bona gaudia turmis, 
 Me quoq ; sollicito qucere per arva gradu. 
 
 Mille tibl tutis ludunt in montibus agni, 
 Quos potes baud dubid dicere voce tuos. 
 
 Unus ego erravi quo me meus error agebat, 
 Unus ego fuerim gaudia plura tibl. 
 
 Gaudia non faciunt, qua nee fectre timorem ; 
 Et plus, qua donant ipsa peric'/a^ placent. 
 
 Horum^ quos retines, fuerit tibi latior usus. 
 De me, quern recipis, dulcior usus erit. 
 
 El9 fJ^v eya), T] pay irKavr] -jrepifjyev, 
 *Et9 8e rot crw? e<ro/iat yrjOocrvvat 
 
 'A/ii/o? o fii] TTOIOOV <f>6/3ov, ov TTOiel Se re 
 
 ' rfav pev, e/zoD %peta Be <y\vKVTepr]. 
 
 N 
 
 Herodi D. Jacobum obtruncanti. 
 
 Escis Jacobus quantum hunc tibi debeat iftum, 
 Queeq; tua in sacrum s&viit ira caput. 
 
 _ 
 
 Scilicet ipso illi don&sti hoc ense coronam^ 
 Quo sacrum abscideras scilicet ense caput, 
 
 Abscissum pensare caput qua possit abunde^ 
 Sola htec tarn s&va ^ sacra corona fuit. 
 
 E 
 
 rot t0 
 rdSe KOI cTTetyavov i;i<f>o<; eBwtce TCOV. 
 
 Movvov d/jLeifieo-Ocu K(f>a\r)v, Ia/ca)y3e, Svvairo 
 Keti/09 68' a>9 a\o9 paprvpiov a-re(f>avo<;. 
 
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 E 
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 MATTH. 20. 34. 
 Caeci receptis oculis Christum sequuntur. 
 
 Cce manu impositd Christus nova sidera ponit. 
 Settantur patriam sidera fides manum. 
 
 Hcec manus his, credo, caelum est. Heec scilicet astra 
 Suspicor esse, olim qute geret ille *manu. 
 
 * Revel, i. 1 6. 
 
 X 
 
 Eip Tri^a\\ofji6V'r) X/Jtcrrov Tri 
 
 A.crrpa. oTrijBevei iceivd 76 ^ip\ eoO. 
 
 Xet/o avrij TOVTOIS ireXev ovpavos. aarpa jap oi/j,ai, 
 *Ei> %epl ravr oicei Xpto-ro? eTreira ey. 
 
 Q 
 
 Luc. 19. 4. 
 Zachzeus in Sycomoro. 
 
 Uid te, quid jaffas alienis fruftibuS) arbor ? 
 Quid tibi cum foliis non (Sycamore) tuis ? 
 
 Quippe istic ramo qui jam tibi nutat ab 
 Max e divinfi vite ractmus erit. 
 
 TI' 
 
 tceveov ; %eiv<a 8e T 
 Kat (f>v\\oi<? (re/jivr) /j.r) 
 
 Kat jap 08* eKKprjfjivr)? crov vvv /ierew/ao? a?r' epvovs, 
 o K\a8a>v eGcrercii ovpaviov. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 306
 
 MR CRASHAW'S POEMS 
 
 transcrib'd from his own copie, 
 
 before they were printed, among 
 w ch are some not printed. 
 
 From ARCHBISHOP BANCROFT'S Copy, 
 Vol. 465, Tanner MSS, 
 Bodleian Library, Oxford. 
 
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 Ps. i. 
 
 OTe te nimis, & nimis beatum ! 
 Quern non lubricus implicavit error; 
 Nee risu misero procax tumultus. 
 Tu cum grex sacer undiq, execrandis 
 Strident consiliis, nee aure (felix !) 
 (Felix !) non animo, vel ore mixtus, 
 Haud intelligis impios susurros. 
 Sed tu deliciis ferox repostis 
 Cultu simplice, sobria"4 curd 
 Legem numinis usq>, & usq, volvis. 
 Laeta sic fidas colit arbor undas: 
 Quem nee immiti violentus aura" 
 Seirius frangit, neq, contumacis 
 
 Ira procellae. 
 
 At tu, profane pulvis, & lusus sacer 
 Cujusvis aurae ; fronte qua 1 tandem feres 
 V index tribunal? quanta turn, & qualis tuae 
 Moles procellae stabit ? 6 quam ferreo 
 Frange're nutu, praeda frontis asperae, 
 Sacriq, fulminandus ah procul, procul 
 A luce vultus, aureis procul a locis, 
 Ubi longa gremio mulcet aeterno pios 
 Sincera semper pax, & umbrosa super 
 Insurgit ala, vividiq, ne&aris 
 Imbres beatos rore perpetuo pluit. 
 Sic ille sic 6 vindice stat vigil, 
 Et stabit ira torvus in impios, 
 Seseq, sub mentes bonorum 
 Insinuat facili favore. 
 
 ACTS 28. 3. 
 
 PAule, nihil metuas. non fert haec vipera virus 
 Virtutem vestrae vult didicisse manus. 
 Oscula, non morsus ; supplex, non applicat hostis. 
 Nee metuenda venit, sed miseranda magis. 
 
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 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 JOH. 6. 14. 26. 
 
 JAm credunt. Deus es. (Deus est, qui teste palato, 
 Quiq, ipso demum est judice dente Deus.) 
 Scilicet base sapiunt miracula : de quibus alvus 
 
 Proficere, & possit pingue latus fluere. 
 Haec sua fecisti populo miracula. credunt. 
 Gens pia ! & in ventrem relligiosa suum ! 
 
 In lacrymas Christi patientis. 
 
 SJEve dolor! potes hoc? oculos quoq, perpluis istos? 
 O quam non meritas haec arat unda genas! 
 O lacrymas ego flere tuas, ego dignior istud, 
 
 Quod tibi cunq, cadit roris, habere meum. 
 Siccine ? me tibi flere tuas ? ah, mi bone Jesu, 
 
 Si possem lacrymas vel mihi flere meas ! 
 Flere meas ? immo immo tuas. hoc si modo possem : 
 
 Non possem lacrymas non ego flere meas. 
 Flere tuas est flere meas. tua lacryma, Christe, 
 
 Est mea. vel lacryma est si tua, causa mea est. 
 
 JOH. 19. In Sepulchrum Domini. 
 
 JAm cedant, veteris cedant miracula saxi, 
 Unde novus subito fluxerat amne latex. 
 Tu felix rupes, ubi se lux tertia toilet, 
 Flammarum sacro fonte superba flues. 
 
 JOH. 13. 14. ubi amorem pr&cipit. 
 
 Sic magis in numeros, morituraq carmina vivit 
 Dulcior extremal voce caducus olor ; 
 Ut tu inter strepitus odii, & tua funera, Jesu, 
 Totus amor liquido totus amore sonas. 
 
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 ACT. 12. 23. 
 
 EUge Deus ! (pleno populus fremit undiq, plausu:) 
 Certe non hominem vox sonat. euge Deus! 
 Sed tamen iste Deus qui sit, vos dicite, vermes, 
 Intima turba illi ; vos fovet ille sinu. 
 
 c 
 
 Bonum est nobis esse hie. 
 
 Ur cupis hie adeo, dormitor Petre, manere ? 
 Somnia non alibi tarn bona, Petre, vides. 
 
 MAT. 6. 29. Videte lil'ia agrorum nee Solomon &c, 
 
 CAndide rex campi, cui floris eburnea pompa est, 
 De4 nivis fragili vellere longa toga ; 
 Purpureus Solomon impar tibi dicitur. esto. 
 Nempe (quod est melius) par fuit ille rosis. 
 
 MARC. 7. 33. & 36. 
 
 VOce, manuq, simul linguae tu, Christe, ciendae: 
 Sistendae nudis vocibus usus eras. 
 Sane at lingua equus est pronis effusus habenis : 
 Vox ciet, at sistit non nisi tota manus. 
 
 In Beatte Virginis verecundiam. 
 
 NOn est hoc matris, sed (crede) modestia nati, 
 Qu6d virgo in gremium dejicit ora suum. 
 Illic jam Deus est. oculus jam Virginis ergo, 
 Ut coelum videat, dejiciendus erit. 
 
 Mitto voSj sicut agnos in media luporum. 
 
 Os quoq, ? an hos igitur saevi lacerabitis agnos ? 
 
 Hie saltern, hie vobis non licet esse lupis. 
 At sceleris nulla est dementia, at ergo scietis, 
 Agnus qui nunc est, est aliquando leo. 
 
 310 
 
 H
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 MAT. 4. Christus a dtemone vetfus. 
 
 ERgo ille, Angelicis 6 sarcina dignior alls, 
 Praepete sic Stygio sic volet ille vehi ? 
 Pessime ! nee laetare tamen. tu scilicet inde 
 Non minus es Daemon, non minus ille Deus. 
 
 JOH. I. 33. 
 
 VOx ego sum, dicis. tu vox es, san&e Johannes ? 
 Si vox es, sterilis cur tibi mater erat ? 
 Quam fuit ista tuae mira infoecundia matris ! 
 In vocem sterilis rarior esse solet. 
 
 Vox Joannis j Cbristus Vtrbum. 
 
 MOnstrat Joannes Christum, haud res mira videtur 
 Vox unus, verbum scilicet alter erat. 
 Christus Joanne est prior, haec res mira videtur : 
 Voce su& verbum non solet esse prius. 
 
 In natalts Domini Pastoribus nuntiatoi. 
 
 AD te sydereis, ad te, Bone Tityre, pennis 
 Purpureus juvenis gaudia tanta vehit. 
 O bene te vigilem, cui gaudia tanta feruntur, 
 
 Ut neq,, dum vigilas, te vigilare putes. 
 Quern sic monstrari voluit pastoribus aether, 
 
 Pastor, an Agnus erat ? Pastor, & Agnus erat. 
 Ipse Deus cum Pastor erit, quis non erit agnus ? 
 Quis non pastor erit, cum Deus Agnus erit ? 
 
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 APOCAL. xii. 7. 
 
 ARma, viri ! (aetheriam quocunq, sub ordine pubem 
 Siderei proceres ducitis) Arma viri ! 
 Quaeq, suis, (nee queis solita est) stet dextra sagittis, 
 
 Stet gladii saeva luce corusca sui. 
 Totus adest, totis4 movet se major in iris, 
 
 Fertq\ Draco, quicquid vel Draco ferre potest. 
 Quas secum facies (imae mala pignora no&is)! 
 
 Quot secum nigros ducit in arma Deos ! 
 Jam pugnas parat (heu saevus!) jam pugnat. & ecce 
 
 Vix potui, Pugnat, dicere. jam cecidit. 
 His tamen ah nimium est qu6d frontibus addidit iras ; 
 
 Quid potuit rugas his posuisse genis : 
 Hoc torvum decus est, tumidi4 ferocia fati, 
 
 Qu6d magni sceleris mors quoq, magna fuit. 
 Quid neq,, si vi&us, jaceat vidtoria vilis : 
 
 Qu6d meruit multi fulminis esse labor. 
 Qu6d queat ille suas hoc inter dicere flammas, 
 
 Arma tuli frustra : sed tamen arma tuli. 
 
 ACT. 17. In Atbeniensem merum. 
 
 IPsos naturae thalamos sapis, ima4 rerum 
 Concilia, & primas quicquid agunt tenebrae. 
 Quid dubitet refluum mare, quid vaga sydera volvant. 
 
 Christus et est studiis res aliena tuis. 
 Sic scire, est tantum nescire loquacius ilia. 
 Qui nempe ilia sapit sola, nee ilia sapit. 
 
 JOH. 14. Ego vitis vera. 
 
 CRedo quidem. sed & hoc hostis te credidit ipse 
 Caiaphas, & Judas credidit ipse, reor. 
 Unde illis, Jesu, vitis nisi vera fuisses, 
 Tanta tui potuit sanguinis esse sitis ? 
 
 jfbtcessum Christi queruntur discipuli. 
 
 Lie abiit. jam4 6 quae nos mala cunq, manetis, 
 
 Sistite jam in nostras tela parata neces. 
 Sistite. nam quibus haec vos olim tela paratis, 
 Abscessu Domini jam perie're sui. 
 
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 I
 
 FROM BANCROFT MS. 
 
 In descensum Spiritus Sanffl. 
 
 QUae vehit auratos nubes dulcissima nimbos ? 
 Quis mitem pluviam lucidus imber agit ? 
 Agnosco. nostros haec nubes abstulit ignes : 
 
 Haec nubes in nos jam redit igne pari. 
 O nubem gratam, & memorem ! quae noluit ultra 
 
 Tarn sasve de se nos potuisse queri ! 
 O bene ! namq, alio non posset rore rependi, 
 Caelo exhalatum quod mod6 terra dedit. 
 
 ACT. x. 39. 
 
 QUis malus appendit de mortis stipite vitam ? 
 O malus Agricola ! hoc inseruisse fuit ? 
 Imm6 quis appendit vitae hac ex arbore mortem ? 
 O bonus Agricola ! hoc inseruisse fuit. 
 
 JOH. 10. Ego sum ostium. 
 
 JAm4 pates. cordis4 seram gravis hasta reclusit, 
 Et clavi claves undiq, te reserant. 
 Ah, vereor, sibi ne manus impia clauserit illas, 
 Quae caeli has ausa est sic aperire fores. 
 
 In spinas demtas e Ckristi capite cruentatas. 
 
 ACcipe (an ignoscis ?) de te sata germina, miles. 
 Quam segeti est messis discolor ilia suae! 
 O quae tam duro gleba est tarn grata colono ? 
 Inserit hie spinas : reddit & ilia rosas. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 JoH. III. 
 
 NOx erat, & Christum (Do&or mal do&e) petebas, 
 In Christo tenebras depositure tuas. 
 Ille autem multo dum te bonus irrigat ore, 
 
 Atq, per arcanas ducit in alta vias, 
 Sol venit, & primo pandit se flore diei, 
 
 Ludit et in dubiis aureus horror aquis. 
 Sol oritur. sed adhuc, & adhuc tamen (6 bone) nescis. 
 Sol oritur. tecum nox tamen est & adhuc. 
 
 Non caeli ilia fuit ; nox fuit ilia tua. 
 
 In Baptistam Vocem. 
 
 TAntum habuit Baptista loqui, tot flumina rerum, 
 Ut bene Vox fuerit, prseterea4 nihil. 
 Ecce autem Verbum est unum tantum ille loquutus : 
 Uno sed Verbo cunfta loquutus erat. 
 
 ACT. [3. xii.] 6, 7. In D. Petrum ab Angela solutum. 
 
 MOrs tibi, & Herodes instant : cum nuncius ales 
 Gaudia fert, quae tu somnia ferre putas. 
 Quid tantum dedit ille (rogo) tibi ? Vincula solvit. 
 Mors tibi, & Herodes nonne dedisset idem ? 
 
 Luc. 5. Reliflis omnibus sequuti sunt eurn. 
 
 AD nutum Domini abjecisti retia, Petre. 
 Tarn bene non unquam ja&a fuere prius. 
 Scilicet hoc re6te jacere est tua retia, Petre, 
 Nimirum, Christus cum jubet, abjicere. 
 
 JOH. I. Agnus Dei, qui tollit peccata mundi. 
 
 ERg6 tot heu (torvas facies) tot in ora leonum, 
 In tot castra lupum qui meat, Agnus erit ? 
 Hie tot in horribiles, quot sunt mea crimina, pardos ? 
 
 Hie tot in audaces ungue, vel ore feras ? 
 Ah melius ! pugiles quis enim commiserit istos ? 
 Quos sua non faciunt arma, vel ira pares.
 
 Q 
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 MARC. 8. Pisces multiplicati. 
 
 Uae secreta meant taciti tibi retia verbi, 
 
 Queis non tarn pisces, quam capis Oceanum ? 
 
 JOH. 13. Domine, non so/urn pedes, sed & caput. sfc. 
 
 EN caput ! atq, suis quae plus satis ora laborant 
 Sordibus ! hue fluvios [blurred] (ais) adde tuos. 
 Nil opus est. namq, haec (modo tertius occinat ales) 
 E fluviis fuerint, Petre, lavanda suis. 
 
 JOH. 12. 19. Cum tot signa edidisset, non credebant. 
 
 QUanta amor ille tuus se cunq, levaverit ala, 
 ^^ Quo tua cunq, opere effloruit alta manus ; 
 Mundus adest, contraq, tonat. signisq, reponit 
 Signa. (adeo sua sunt numina vel sceleri.) 
 Imo (6 nee nimii vis sit temeraria verbi) 
 
 Ille uno sensu vel tua cuncSta premit. 
 Tot, tantis4 tuis miraclum hoc objicit unum, 
 Tot tantisq, tuis non adhibere fidem. 
 
 ACT. I. In nubem y qu<s Domlnum abstulit. 
 
 O Nigra haec! Quid enim mihi Candida pe&ora monstrat? 
 Pe&ora Cygnefs candidiora genis. 
 Sit vero magis alba, suo magis aurea Phoebo, 
 Quantumcunq, sibi Candida ; nigra mihi est. 
 Nigra mihi nubes! et qua neq, nigrior Austros, 
 
 Vel tulit irati nuncia tela Dei. 
 Nigra ! licet nimbos, no<Stem neq, detulit ullam. 
 Si no&em non fert, at rapit, ecce, diem. 
 
 Luc. 19. Vidlt urbem, & flevit super earn. 
 
 ERg6 meas spernis lacrymas, urbs perfida ? Sperne. 
 Sperne meas. quas 6 sic facis esse tuas. 
 Tempus erit, lacrymas poterit cum lacryma demum 
 Nostra (nee immerito) spernere spreta tuas.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Luc. 18. Nee sicut iste Publicanus. 
 
 TU quoq, dum istius miseri peccata fateris, 
 Quae nee is irato mitius ungue notat ; 
 Hie satis est gemino bonus in sua crimina telo. 
 Interea quid erit, mi Pharisaee, tuis ? 
 
 MAT. 8. y accedentes discipuli excitaverunt eum. 
 
 AH, quis erat furor hos (tarn raros) solvere somnos? 
 O vos, queis Christi vel sopor invigilat ! 
 Ilium si somnus tenuit, vos somnia terrent, 
 
 Somnia tarn vanos ingeminata metus. 
 Nil Christi nocuit somnus (mihi credite.) Somnus, 
 Qui nocuit, vestrae somnus erat fidei. 
 
 MAT. 15. In mulierem Canaantsam cum Dn decertantem. 
 
 CEdit io. jam, jam4 cadet. mod6 fortiter urge. 
 Jam, tua ni desit dextera, janKj, cadet. 
 Nimirum hoc velit ipse. tuo favet ipse triumpho : 
 
 Ipse tuas tacitus res tuus hostis agit. 
 Quas patitur, facit ille manus. ictu ille sub omni est ; 
 
 Atq, in te vires sentit, amatq, suas, 
 Usq, ade6 haud tuus hie ferus est, neq, ferreus hostis ! 
 
 Usq, ade6 est miles non truculentus Amor ! 
 Illo quam facilis victoria surgit ab hoste, 
 
 Qui, tantum ut vinci possit, in arma venit ! 
 
 MAT. 9. Quare comedit Maghter vester cum peccatoribus &c. 
 
 Slccine fraternos fastidis, improbe, morbos, 
 Cum tuus, (& gravior) te quoq, morbus habet ? 
 Tantum ausus medicum morbus sibi quaerere, magnus ; 
 Tantum ausus medicum spernere, major erat. 
 
 316
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 MARC. i. fcf Luc. 14. In 
 
 febricitantem 
 
 ( hydropi 
 
 icum 
 
 sanatos. 
 
 NUper le&a gravem extinxit pia pagina febrem : 
 Hydropi siccos dat mod6 le&a sinus. 
 Haec vice fratern& quam se miracula tangunt, 
 
 Atq, per alternum fida juvamen amant ! 
 Quippe ignes istos his quam bene mersit in undis ! 
 Ignibus his illas quam bene vicit aquas ! 
 
 In S. Lucam Medicum. 
 
 HAnc, mihi quam miseram faciunt mea crimina vitam, 
 Hanc, medici, longam vestra medela facit. 
 Hocn diu est vixisse ? diu (mihi credite) non est 
 
 Hoc vixisse ; diu sed timuisse mori. 
 Xu foliis, Medice alme, tuis medicamina praebes, 
 
 Et medicaminibus (quae mala summa) malis. 
 Hoc mortem bene vitare est ; vitare ferendo. 
 Et vixisse diu est hoc j cit6 posse mori. 
 
 To Hat crucem suam &c. 
 
 ERgo tuam pone ; ut nobis sit sumere nostram : 
 Si nostram vis nos sumere, pone tuam. 
 Ula ilia, ingenti quse te trabe duplicat, ilia 
 Vel nostra est, nostras vel tulit ilia cruces. 
 
 In (Joh. 17.) Cygnceam D i Jesu cantionem. 
 
 QUae mella, 6 quot, Christe, favos in carmina fundis ! 
 Dulcis, & (ah furias !) ah moribundus olor! 
 Parce tamen ; minus has si sunt mea gaudia voces : 
 Voce quidem dulci, sed moriente canis. 
 
 Et conspuebant ilium. 
 
 QUid non tarn foede saevi maris audeat ira ! 
 ,.^ Conspuit ecce oculos (sydera nostra) tuos. 
 Forsan & hie aliquis sputo te excaecat, Jesu, 
 Qui debet sputo, quod videt ipse, tuo. 
 
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 JOH. 4. Rogavit eum, ut descender et, & sanaret filium suum. 
 
 I Lie vt eat tecum, in natiq,, tui4 salutem ? 
 Qui petis ; ah nescis (credo) quod Ales Amor. 
 Ille ut eat tecum ? quam se tua vota morantur ! 
 
 Ille ut eat ? tanto serius esset ibi. 
 Ne tardus veniat, Christus tecum ire recusat : 
 
 Christi nempe ipsum hoc ire moratur iter. 
 Christi nempe viis perit hoc quodcunq, meatur : 
 
 Christi nempe viis vel properare mora est. 
 Hie est, cui tu vota facis tua, Christus : at idem 
 
 (Crede mihi) dabit haec qui rata, Christus ibi est. 
 
 Luc. 5. 9. Pavor enim occupaverat eum super 
 capturam piscium. 
 
 DUm nimium in captis per te, Petre, piscibus haeres, 
 Piscibus (ut video) captus es ipse tuis. 
 Rem scio. te praedam Christus sibi cepit : & illi 
 Una in te ex istis omnibus esca fuit. 
 
 JOH. viderunt) & oderunt me. 
 
 Vidit ? & odit adhuc ? Ah, te non vidit, Jesu. 
 Non vidit te, qui vidit, & odit adhuc. 
 Non vidit, te non vidit (dulcissime rerum) 
 In te qui vidit quid, quod amare neget. 
 
 Luc. 18. 39. 
 
 TU mala turba tace, mihi tarn mea vota propinquant, 
 Tu4 in me linguam vis tacuisse meam ? 
 Tune ego, tune taceam, mihi cum meus Ille loquetur. 
 
 Si nescis, oculos vox habet ista meos. 
 O no6tis miserere meae. miserere, per illam, 
 
 Quae tarn laeta tuo rfdet in ore diem. 
 O noftis miserere meae. miserere, per illam 
 
 Quae, nisi te videat, nox velit esse, diem. 
 O noftis miserere meae. miserere, per illam, 
 
 Haec mea quam (fidei) nox habet ipsa, diem. 
 Ilia dies animi (Jesu) rogat hanc oculorum. 
 
 Illam (oro) dederis ; hanc mihi ne rapias.
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 MAT. 22. In Pharisteos Chrhtl verbis insidiantes. 
 
 OQuarh te miseri ludunt vaga taedia voti, 
 Ex ore hoc speras qui, Pharisaee, malum ! 
 Sic quis ab Aurorae notem speraverit ulnis, 
 
 Unde solet primis Sol tener ire rosis ? 
 Sic Acheronta petas illinc, unde amne corusco 
 
 Ladtea sydereos Cynthia lavit equos. 
 Sic violas aconita roges : sic toxica nympham, 
 
 Garrula quae vitreo gurgite vexat humum. 
 Deniq, (ut exemplo res haec propiore patescat) 
 
 A te sic speret quis (Pharisaee) bonum. 
 
 MAT. 9. 
 
 FAlleris. & nudum male ponis (Piftor) Amorem : 
 Non nudum facis hunc, cum sine veste facis. 
 Nonne hie est (dum sic digito patet ille fideli) 
 Tune, cum vestitus, tune quoq, nudus amor ? 
 
 Tolle oculos,' tolle 6 tecum (tua sydera) nostros. 
 
 Ah quid enim, quid agant hie sine sole suo ? 
 Id, quod agant sine sole suo tua sydera, ccelum : 
 
 Id terrae haec agerent hie sine sole suo. 
 Ilia suo sine sole suis caeca imbribus essent : 
 
 Caeca suis lacrymis haec sine sole suo. 
 
 ACT. 21. Nam ego non solum vinciri &c. 
 
 QUid mortem objicitis nostro, quid vincla timori ? 
 Non timor est illinc, non timor inde meus. 
 Vincula, quae timeam, sunt vincula sola timoris : 
 Sola timenda mihi est mors, timuisse mori. 
 
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 MAT. II. Legatio Baptists ad Christum. 
 
 ORo, quis es ? legat ista suo Baptista Magistro. 
 Illi quae referant, talia Christus habet. 
 Cui caecus cernit, mutus se in verba resolvit, 
 It claudus, vivit mortuus ; Oro, quis est ? 
 
 ERg6 veni ; quicunq, ferant tua signa timores : 
 Quae nos cunq, vocant tristia, Christe, veni. 
 Christe, veni. suus avulsum rapiat labor axem, 
 
 Nee sinat implicitas ire redire vias. 
 Mutuus attonito titubet sub foedere mundus, 
 
 Nee Natura vagum dissona volvat opus. 
 Christe, veni. roseos ultra remeare per ortus 
 
 Nolit, & ambiguos Sol trahat aeger equos. 
 Christe, veni. ipsa suas patiatur Cynthia no&es, 
 
 Plus quam Thessalico tinfta tremore genas. 
 Astrorum mala caesaries per inane dolendurh 
 
 Gaudeat, horribili flore repexa caput. 
 Sole sub invito subitae vis improba noHs 
 
 Corripiat solitam, non sua jura, diem. 
 Importuna dies, nee Eoi conscia pacti, 
 
 Per desolatae murmura no&is eat. 
 Christe, veni. tonet Oceanus pater ; & sua nolit 
 
 Claustra. vagi montes sub nova sceptra meent. 
 Christe, veni. quodcunq, audet metus, audeat ultra. 
 
 Fata id agant, quod agent, tu modo, Christe, veni. 
 Christe, veni. quacunq, venis mercede malorum. 
 
 Quanti hoc constiterit cunq, venire, veni. 
 Teq\, tuo$4 oculos tanti est potuisse videre ! 
 
 Oh tanti est te vel sic potuisse frui ! 
 Quicquid id est, Pater, omne tuo pensabitur ore ; 
 
 Quicquid id est, veniat : Tu modo, Christe, veni. 
 
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 FElices ! properistis io, properastis. & altam 
 Vicistis gyro sub breviore viam. 
 Vos per non magnum vestri mare sanguinis illuc 
 
 Cymba tulit nimiis non operosa notis ; 
 Quo nos tarn lento sub remigio lu&antes 
 
 Ducit inexhausti vis male fida freti. 
 Nos mora, nos longi consumit inertia lethi. 
 
 In ludum mortis, Iuxuriem4 sumus. 
 Nos aevo, & senio, & latis permittimur undis. 
 
 Spargimur in casus, porrigimur furiis. 
 Nos miseri sumus ex amplo ; spatio4 perimus. 
 
 In nos inquirunt fata ; probantq, manus. 
 Ingenium fati sumus, ambitk>4 malorum ; 
 
 Conatus mortis, consilium4 sumus. 
 In vitas multo multae patet area mortis. 
 
 Non vitam nobis numerant, quot viximus, anni : 
 
 Vita brevis nostra est; sit licet a6ta diu. 
 Vivere non longum est, quod longam ducere vitam : 
 
 Res longa vita saepe peradla brevi est. 
 Nee vos tarn vitae Deus in compendia misit, 
 
 Quam vetuit vestrae plus licuisse neci. 
 Accedit vitae quicquid decerpitur aevo. 
 
 Atq, illo brevius, quo citius morimur. 
 
 Domitiano. De S, Johanne ad portam Lot. 
 
 ERgo ut inultus eas ? Sed nee tamen ibis inultus, 
 Sic violare ausus me4, meos4 Deos. 
 Ure oleo, Lifter. Oleo parat urere Lidtor : 
 Sed quern uri Liftor credidit, unftus erat. 
 Te quoq, sic olei virtus malefida fefellit ? 
 Sic tua te Pallas, Domitiane, juvat ? 
 
 Et? rov rov %T<f>dvov re(J>avov. 
 
 ECce tuos lapides ! nihil est pretiosius illis ; 
 Seu pretium capiti dent, capiantve tuo. 
 Scilicet haec ratio vestri diadematis : hoc est, 
 
 Unde coronatis nos decet ire comis. 
 Quisq, lapis quanto magis in se vilis habetur, 
 Ditior hoc capiti est gemma futura tuo. 
 
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 ferus, ah culter ! qui tarn bona lilia primus 
 In tarn crudeles jussit abire rosas. 
 Virgineiim hoc qui primus ebur violavit ab ostro ; 
 
 In4 sui instituit muricis ingenium. 
 Scilicet hinc olim quicunq, cucurrerit amnis, 
 
 Ex hoc purpurei germine fontis erit. 
 Scilicet hunc mortis primum puer accipit unguem : 
 
 Inijciunt hodie fata, furor4 manus. 
 Ecce illi sanguis fundi jam caepit ; & ecce, 
 
 Qui fundi possit, vix bene sanguis erat. 
 Excitat e dolio vix dum bene musta recenti, 
 
 Atq, rudes furias in nova membra vocat. 
 Improbus ! ut nimias jam nunc accingitur iras ! 
 
 Arma4 non molli sollicitanda manu ! 
 Improbus ! ut teneras audet jam ludere mortes ! 
 
 Et vitas ad modulum, quid puerile mori ! 
 Improbus ! ut tragici impatiens praeludia fati 
 
 Ornat, & in socco jam negat ire suo ! 
 Scilicet his pedibus manus haec meditata cothurnos ! 
 
 Hasc cum blanditiis mens meditata minas ? 
 Haec tarn dura brevem decue're crepundia dextram ? 
 
 Dextra Gigantaeis haec satis apta genis ? 
 Sic cunis miscere cruces ? cum4 ubere matris 
 
 Commisisse neces, & scelus, & furias ? 
 Quo ridet patri, hoc tacite quoq, respicit hastam ; 
 
 Quo4 oculo matrem mulcet, in arma redit. 
 Dii Superi ! furit his oculis ! hoc asper in ore est ! 
 
 Dat Marti vultus, quos sibi mallet Amor. 
 Deliciae irarum ! torvi, tenera agmina, risus ! 
 
 Blande furor ! terror dulcis ! amande metus ! 
 Praecocis in pcenas pueri lascivia tristis ! 
 
 Cruda rudimenta ! & torva tyrocinia ! 
 Jam parcum, brevius4 brevi pro corpore vulnus, 
 
 Pn>4 brevi brevior vulnere sanguis eat : 
 Olim, cum nervi, vitae4 ferocior haustus 
 
 Materiam morti, Iuxuriem4 dabunt ; 
 Olim matures ultro conabitur imbres ; 
 
 Robustum audebit tune, solidum4 mori. 
 Erg& illi, nisi qui in saevos concreverit usus, 
 
 Nee nisi quern possit fundere, sanguis erit ? 
 
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 Euge puer trux ! Euge tamen mitissime rerum ! 
 
 Qui4 tibi tantum trux potes esse, puer ! 
 Euge tibi trux ! Euge mihi mitissime rerum ! 
 
 Euge Leo mitis ! trux.sed & Agne tamen! 
 Macte puer ! macte hoc tarn durae laudis honore ! 
 
 Ma&e 6 poenarum hac indole, & ingenio ! 
 At ferus ah culter ! sub quo, tam do6le dolorum, 
 
 In tristem properas sic, puer, ire virum. 
 Ah ferus, ah culter ! sub quo, puer auree, crescis 
 
 Mortis proficiens hac quasi sub ferula. 
 
 NE, pia, ne nimium, Virgo, permitte querelis: 
 Haud volet, haud poterit natus abesse diu. 
 Nam quid eum teneat ? vel qua; magis oscula vellet ? 
 
 Vestri ilium indigenam quid vetet esse sinus ? 
 Quippe illis quae labra genis magis apta putentur ? 
 
 Quaeve per id collum dignior ire manus ? 
 His sibi quid speret puer ambitiosius ulnis ? 
 
 Quove sub amplexu dulciiis esse queat ? 
 O quae tam teneram sibi vitis amicior ulmum 
 
 Implicet, alternis nexibus immoriens ? 
 Cui circum subitis eat impatientior ulnis ? 
 
 Aut quae tam nimiis vultibus ora notet ? 
 Quae tam prompta puer toties super oscula surgat ? 
 
 Qua signet gemma nobiliore genam ? 
 Ilia ubi tam vernis adolescat mitius auris, 
 
 Tamve sub apricis pendeat uva jugis? 
 Illi qua veniat languor tam gratus in umbra ? 
 
 Commodius sub quo murmure somnus agat ? 
 O ubi tam charo, tam casto in carcere regnat, 
 
 Materno4 simul, virgineoq, sinu ? 
 Ille ut ab his fugiat ? nee tam bona gaudia vellet ? 
 
 Ille ut in hos possit non properare sinus ? 
 Ille sui tam blanda sinus patrimonia spernet? 
 
 Haeres tot fa&us tam bene deliciis ? 
 Ne tantum, ne, Diva, tuis permitte querelis : 
 
 Quid dubites ? Non est hie fugitivus Amor. 
 
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 Accipe dona, Puer ; parvae libamina laudis. 
 Accipe, non meritis accipienda suis. 
 Accipe dona, Puer dulcis. dum4 accipis ilia, 
 
 Digna quoq, efficies, quae, puer, accipies. 
 Sive oculo, sive ilia tua dignabere dextra; 
 
 Dextram, oculum4 dabis posse decere tuum. 
 Non modo es in dantes, sed & ipsa in dona benignus ; 
 Nee tantum donans das, sed & accipiens. 
 
 In par turn B. Virg s . non difficilem. 
 
 NEc fadla est tamen ilia Parens impune; quod almi 
 Tarn parcens uteri venerit ille Puer. 
 Una haec nascentis quodcunq, pepercerit hora, 
 
 Xoto ilium vitae tempore parturiit. 
 Gaudia parturientis erat semel ille parenti ; 
 Quotidie gemitus parturientis erat. 
 
 Clrculus hie similem quam par sibi pergit in orbem! 
 Principiumq, suum quam bene finis amat ! 
 Virgineo thalamo quam pulchre convenit ille 
 
 (Quo nemo jacuit) virgineus tumulus ! 
 Undiq, ut haec asquo passu res iret ; & ille 
 Josepho desponsatus, & ille fuit. 
 
 In Sanftum igneis linguis descendentem Spiritum. 
 
 ABsint, qui ficl;o simulant pia pe&ora vultu, 
 Ignea quos luteo pe&ore lingua beat. 
 Hoc potius mea vota rogant, mea thura petessunt, 
 Ut mihi sit mea mens ignea, lingua luti.
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Cum horum aliqua dedicaram 
 Preeceptori meo colendissimo, 
 Amico amicissimo, R. Brooke. 
 
 EN tibi Musam, (Prasceptor colendissime) quas ex tuis 
 modo scholis, quasi ex Apollinis officina, accepit, alas 
 timid adhuc, nee aliter quam sub oculis tuis ja&itantem. 
 
 Qualiter e nido mult& jam floridus ala 
 Astra sibi meditatur avis, pulchros4 meatus 
 Ae'rios inter proceres ; licet aethera nunquam 
 Expertus, rudibus4 illi sit in ardua pennis 
 Prima fides; micat ire tamen, quatiensq\ decora" 
 Veste leves humeros, querulum4 per aera ludens 
 Nil dubitat vel in astra vagos suspendere risus. 
 At vero simul immensum per inane profundis 
 Exhaustus spatiis, vacuoq, sub aethere pendens, 
 Arva procul, sylvas4 suas, procul omnia cernit, 
 Cernere quae solitus ; turn vero vi&a cadit mens, 
 Spes4 suas, & tanta timens conamina, totus 
 Respicit ad matrem, pronis4 revertitur auris. 
 
 Quod tibi enim haec feram (Vir ornatissime) non ambitio 
 dantis est, sed justitia reddentis: neq, te libelli mei tarn elegi 
 patronum, quam dominum agnosco. Tua sane sunt haec, et 
 mea. neq, tamen ita mea sunt, quin si quid in illis boni est, 
 tuum hoc sit totum : neq, interim in tantum tua, ut quantum- 
 cunq, est in illis mali illud non sit ex integro meum. ita medio 
 quodam, & misto jure utriusq, sunt. ne vel mihi, dum me in 
 societatem tuarum laudum elevarem, invidiam facerem ; vel 
 injuriam tibi, ut qui te in tenuitatis mea consortium deducere 
 conarer. Ego enim de meo nihil ausim boni mecum agnos- 
 cere, nedum profited palam, praeter hoc unum (quo tamen 
 nihil melius) animum nempe non ingratum tuorum4 bene- 
 ficiorum historiam religiosissima fide in se reponentem. hoc 
 quibuscunq, testibus coram, hoc palam in os coeli, meae4 
 conscientiae meum jato. effero me in hoc ultra aemuli 
 patientiam. Enim vero elegantiore obsequio venerentur te (& 
 venerantur, scio) tuorum alii : nemo me sincero magis, vel 
 ingenuo poterit. Horum deniq, rivulorum, tenuium utcunq,, 
 nullius4 nominis, hasc saltern laus erit propria, quod suum 
 nempe norint Oceanum. 
 
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 Hymnus Vener'i. 
 dum in illius tutelam transeunt virgines. 
 
 TU tuis adsis, Venus alma, sacris: 
 Rideas blandum, Venus, & benignum, 
 Quale cum Martem premis, aureoq 
 Frangis ocello. 
 
 Rideas. 6 turn neq, flamma Phoebum, 
 Nee juvent Phoeben sua tela. gestat 
 Te satis contra tuus ille tantum 
 Tela Cupido. 
 
 Saepe in ipsius pharetrjt Dianae 
 Hie suas ridens posuit sagittas. 
 Ausus et flammae Dominum magistris 
 Urere flammis. 
 
 Virginum te orat chorus (esse longum 
 Virgines nollent) mod6 servientum 
 Tot columbarum tibi, passerumq, au- 
 gere catervam. 
 
 Dedicant quicquid labra vel rosarum, 
 Colla vel servant tibi liliorum: 
 Dedicant totum tibi ver genarum, 
 Ver oculorum. 
 
 Hinc tuo sumas licet arma nato, 
 Seu novas his ex oculis sagittas; 
 Seu faces flamma velit acriori 
 Flave comatas. 
 
 Sume. et 6 discant, quid arnica; quid nox, 
 Quid bene, & bland vigilata nox sit; 
 Quid sibi dulcis furor, & protervus 
 Poscat amator. 
 
 Sume. per quae tot tibi corda flagrant. 
 Per quod arcanum tua cestus halat. 
 Per tuus quicquid tibi dixit olim, aut 
 Fecit Adonis. 
 
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 SPes Diva salve. Diva avidam tuo 
 Necessitatem numine prorogans; 
 Vindidta fortunae furentis; 
 Una salus mediis ruinis. 
 
 Regina quamvis, tu solium facis 
 Depressa parvi te&a tugurii 
 Surgunt jacentes inter; illic 
 
 Firma magis tua regna constant. 
 
 Cantus catenis, carmina carcere, 
 Dolore ab ipso gaudia4 exprimis. 
 Scintilla tu vivis sub imo 
 
 Pe&oris, baud metuens procellas. 
 
 Tu regna servis ; copia pauperi : 
 Vi&is triumphus: littora naufrago: 
 Ipsis4 damnatis patrona: 
 
 Anchora sub medio profundo. 
 
 Quin ipse alumnus sum tuus. ubere 
 Pendemus isto; & hinc animam traho. 
 O, Diva nutrix, 6 foventes 
 Pande sinus, sitiens laboro. 
 
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 Non accipimus brevem vitam, sed facimus. 
 
 ERgi tu luges nimium citatam 
 Circulo vitam properante volvi ? 
 Tu Deos parcos gemis, ipse cum sis 
 Prodigus aevi ? 
 
 Ipse quod perdis, quereris perire ? 
 Ipse tu pellis, sed et ire ploras ? 
 Vita num servit tibi ? servus ipse 
 Cedet aba&us. 
 
 Est fugax vitae (fateor) fluentum: 
 Prona sed clivum modi det voluptas, 
 Amne proclivi magis, & fugace 
 Labitur undd. 
 
 Fur Sopor magnam hinc (oculos recludens) 
 Surripit partem. ruit inde partem 
 Temporis magnam spolium reportans 
 Latro voluptas. 
 
 Tu creas mortes tibi mille. & aeva 
 Plura qu6 perdas, tibi plura poscis. 
 
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 Pulchra non diuturna. 
 
 EHeu ver breve, & invidum ! 
 Eheu floriduli dies ! 
 Ergo curritis. improbi 
 Et quae nunc face fulgurat, 
 Dulcis forma tenacibus 
 Immiscebitur infimae 
 Heu! no&is nebulis; amor 
 Fallax, umbra4 somnii. 
 Quin incumbitis. (invida 
 Sic diclat colus, & rota 
 Cani temporis incite 
 Currens orbe volubilis) 
 O deprendite lubricos 
 Annos; et liquidum jubar 
 Verni syderis, ac novi 
 Floris fulgura, mollibus 
 Quae debetis amoribus, 
 Non impendite luridos 
 In manes, avidum & chaos. 
 
 Quanquam sydereis genis, 
 Quae semper nive sobria 
 Synceris spatiis vigent 
 Floris germine simplicis, 
 Flagrant ingenuae rosae: 
 
 Quanquam perpend fide 
 Illic mille Cupidines, 
 Centum mille Cupidines, 
 Pastes neftarea dape 
 Blandis sumptibus educas; 
 Istis qui spatiis vagi, 
 Plenis lusibus ebrii, 
 Udo rore beatuli, 
 Uno plus decies die 
 Istis ex oculis tuis 
 Istis ex oculis suas 
 Sopitas animant faces, 
 Et languentia recreant 
 Succo spicula melleo; 
 
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 Turn flammis agiles novis^ 
 Lascivi volitant face, 
 Turn plenis tumidi minis, 
 Turn vel sydera territant, 
 Et caelum, & fragilem Jovem: 
 
 Quanquam fronte sub ardua" 
 Majestas gravis excubans, 
 Dulces fortiter improbis 
 Leges didlat amoribus : 
 
 Quanquam tota, per omnia, 
 Caslum machina praeferat ; 
 Tanquam pagina multiplex 
 Vivo scripta volumine 
 Terris indigitans polos, 
 Et compendia syderum : 
 
 Istis heu tamen heu genis, 
 Istis purpureis genis, 
 Or is sydere florido, 
 Regno frontis amabili, 
 Mors heu crastina forsitan 
 Crudeles faciet notas, 
 Naturaeq superbiam 
 Damnabit tumuli specu. 
 
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 Ver is descriptio. 
 
 TEmpus adest, placid is quo Sol novus auftior horis 
 Purpureos mulcere dies, & sydere verno 
 Floridus, augusto solet ire per aethera vultu, 
 Naturae communis amor; spes aurea mundi; 
 Virgineum decus; & dulcis lascivia rerum, 
 Ver tenerum, ver molle subit; jam pulchrior annus 
 Pube novd, roseae4 recens in flore juventae 
 Felici fragrat gremio, & laxatur odora 
 Prole parens; per aquas, per4 arva, per omnia late 
 Ipse suas miratur opes, miratur honores. 
 Jam Zephyro resoluta suo tumet ebria tellus, 
 Et crebro bibit imbre Jovem. Sub frondibus altis 
 Flora sedens, audit (faelix!) quo murmure lapsis 
 Fons patrius minitetur aquis, quae vertice crispo 
 Respiciunt tantum, & strepero procul agmine pergunt. 
 Audit & arboreis siquid gemebunda recurrens 
 Garriat aura comis. audit quibus ipsa susurris 
 Annuit, & facili cervice remurmurat arbor. 
 Quin audit querulas audit quodcunq, per umbras 
 Flebilibus Philomela modis miserabile narrat. 
 Turn quoq, praecipue blandis Cytheraea per orbem 
 Spargitur imperiis ; molles turn major habenas 
 Incutit increpitans, cestus magis ignea rores 
 Ingeminat, tumidos4 sinus flagrantior ambit; 
 Nympharum incedit late, charitum4 corona 
 Amplior, & plures curru jam nedlit olores: 
 Quin ipsos quoq, turn campis emittit apricis 
 Laeta parens, gremioq, omnes effundit Amores. 
 Mille ruunt equites blandi, peditum4 protervae 
 Mille ruunt acies: levium pars terga ferarum 
 Insiliunt, gaudent4 suis stimulare sagittis; 
 Pars optans gemino multum properare volatu 
 Aerios conscendit equos; hie passere blando 
 Subsiliens lene ludit iter; micat hue, micat illuc 
 Hospitio levis incerto, & vagus omnibus umbris : 
 Verum alter gravidis insurgens major habenis 
 Maternas molitur aves: ille improbus acrem 
 Versat apem similis, sese4 agnoscit in illo. 
 
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 Et brevibus miscere vias, ac frangere gyris: 
 Pars leviter per prata vagi sua lilia dignis 
 Contendunt sociare rosis; turn floreus ordo 
 Consilio fragrante venit: lascivit in omni 
 Germine laeta manus: nitidis nova gloria pennis 
 Additur; illustri gremio sedet aurea messis; 
 Gaudet odoratas coma blandior ire sub umbras. 
 Excutiunt solitas (immitia tela) sagittas, 
 Ridentes4 aliis pharetrae spedtantur in armis. 
 Flore manus, & flore sinus, flore omnia lucent. 
 Undiq, jam flos est. vitreas hie pronus ad undas 
 Ingenium illudentis aquae, fluitantia4 ora, 
 Et vaga miratur tremulae mendacia formae. 
 Inde suos probat explorans, & judice nympha 
 Informat radios, ne non satis igne protervo 
 Ora tremant, agiles4 docet nova fulgura vultus, 
 Atq, suo vibrare jubet petulantius astro. 
 
 HJEc est, quae sacra didicit florere figurd, 
 Non nisi per lachrymas charta videnda tuas. 
 Scilicet ah dices, haec cum spedlaveris ora, 
 
 Ora sacer sic, 6 sic tulit ille pater. 
 Sperabis solitas illinc, pia fulmina, voces; 
 
 San6ta4 tarn dulci mella venire via. 
 Sic erat ilia, suas Famae cum traderet alas, 
 
 Ad calamum (dices) sic erat ilia manus. 
 Tale erat & peclus, celsae domus ardua mentis, 
 
 Tale suo plenum sydere peftus erat. 
 O bene fallacis mendacia pulchra tabellae ! 
 
 Et, qui tarn simili vivit in aere, labor! 
 Cum tu tot chartis vitam, Pater alme, dedisti; 
 
 Haec meriti vitam charta dat una tibi. 
 
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 Melius purgatur stomachus per vomitum, quam per secessum. 
 
 DUm vires refero vomitus, & nobile munus, 
 Da mihi de vomitu, grandis Homere, tuo. 
 Nempe olim, multi cum carminis anxia moles 
 
 Vexabat stomachum, magne Poeta, tuum; 
 ./Egra4 jejuno tenuabat peftora morsu, 
 
 Jussit & in crudam semper hiare famem: 
 Phoebus (ut est medicus) vomitoria pocula praebens 
 
 Morbum omnem longos expulit in vomitus. 
 Protinus & centum incumbunt toto ore Poetae, 
 
 Certantes sacras lambere relliquias. 
 Quod vix fecissent, (scio) si medicamen ineptum 
 
 Venisset misere posteriore via. 
 Quippe per amfradlus, caeci4 volumina ventris 
 
 Sacra (putas) hostem vult medicina sequi ? 
 Tarn turpes tenebras haec non dignatur. at ipsum 
 
 Sedibus ex imis imperiosa trahit. 
 
 Per vomitum stomachus melius purgabitur. alvus 
 Quam qua^secretis exit opaca viis. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 In Natales Marlee Principis. 
 
 PArce tuo jam, bruma ferox, 6 parce furori. 
 Pone animos. 6 pacatae da spiritus aurae 
 Afflatu leniore gravem demulceat annum. 
 Res certe, & tempus meruit. Licet improbus Auster. 
 Saeviat, & rabido multum se murmure volvat; 
 Imbriferis licet impatiens Notus ardeat alis; 
 Hie tamen, hie certe, modo tu non (saeva) negares, 
 Nee Notus impatiens jam, nee foret improbus Auster. 
 Scilicet hoc decuit ? dum nos tam lucida rerum 
 Attollit series, adeo commune serenum 
 Laetitiae, vernis4 animis micat alta voluptas ; 
 Jam torvas acies, jam squallida bella per auras 
 Volvere? & hybernis annum corrumpere nimbis ? 
 Ah melius ! quin luce novae reparata juventae 
 Ipsa hodie vernaret hyems; pulchroq, tumultu 
 Purpureas properaret opes; effunderet omnes 
 Laeta sinus, nitidumq, diem fragrantibus horis 
 Sternum migrare velit; florum4 beatd 
 Luxurie tanta 6 circum cunabula surgat, 
 Excipiat4 novos, & molliter ambiat artus. 
 
 Quippe venit. sacris iterum vagitibus ingens 
 Aula sonat. venit en roseo decus addita fratri 
 Blanda soror. tibi se brevibus, tibi porrigit ulnis, 
 Magne puer! facili tibi torquet hiantia risu 
 Ora; tibi molles, lacrymas, & nobile murmur 
 Temperat, in4 tuo ponit se pendula collo. 
 Tale decus ; junclo veluti sub stemmate cum quis 
 Dat sociis lucere rosis sua lilia. talis 
 Fulget honos ; medio cum se duo sydera mundo 
 Dulcibus intexunt radiis. nee dignior olim 
 Flagrabat nitidae felix consortio formae, 
 Tune cum sydereos inter pulcherrima fratres 
 Erubuit primum, & Ledaeo cortice rupto 
 Tyndarida explicuit tenerae nova gaudia frontis. 
 
 Sic socium 6 miscete jubar, tu, candide frater, 
 Tu4 serena soror. sic 6 date gaudia patri, 
 Sic matri. cum4 ille olim, subeiintibus annis, 
 
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 Ire inter proprios magna cervice triumphos 
 
 Egregius volet, atq, sua se discere dextr; 
 
 Te quoq, turn pleno mulcebit sydere & alto 
 
 Flore tui, dulce$4 oculos maturior ignis 
 
 Indole divina, & radiis intinget honoris. 
 
 Tune 6 te quoties (nisi quod tu pulchrior iM) 
 
 Esse suam Phoeben falsus jurabit Apollo ! 
 
 Tune 6 te quoties (nisi quod tu castior ilia") 
 
 Esse suam Venerem Mavors jurabit inanis ! 
 
 Felix ah ! et cui se non Mars, non aureus ipse 
 
 Credet Apollo parem ! tanta cui conjuge celsus 
 
 In pulchros properare sinus, & carpere sacras 
 
 Delicias, oculos4 tuos, tua basia solus 
 
 Turn poterit dixisse sua; & se neclare tanto 
 
 Dum probat esse Deum, superas contemnere mensas. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Honoratiss D. Rob". Heath, summo "Justit. 
 de com. Banco. Gratulatio. 
 
 IGnitum latus, & sacrum tibi gratulor ostrum, 
 O amor ; atq, tuas gloria magna togae ! 
 Nam video. Themis ecce humeris, Themis ardet in istis, 
 
 Inq, tuos gaudet tota venire sinus. 
 O ibi purpureo quam se bene porrigit astro ! 
 
 Et docet hie radios luxuriare suos! 
 Imo eat aeterna sic 6 Themis aurea pompa! 
 
 Hie velit 6 sydus semper habere suum ! 
 Sic flagret, & nunquam tua purpura palleat intus. 
 
 O nunquam in vultus digna sit ire tuos. 
 Sanguine ab innocuo nullos bibat ilia rubores. 
 
 Nee tam crudeli murice proficiat. 
 Quae4 tibi est (nam quae non est tibi ?) Candida virtus 
 
 Fortunam placide ducat in alta tuam. 
 Nullius viduae lacrymas tua marmora sudent. 
 
 Nee sit, quae inclamet te, tibi facia domus. 
 Non gemat ulla suam pinus tibi scissa ruinam, 
 
 Ceu cadat in domini murmure maesta sui. 
 Fama suas subter pennas tibi sternat ettnti ; 
 
 Ilia tubas faciat te melioris opus. 
 Thura tuo (quacunq, meat) cum nomine migrent ; 
 
 Quae4 vehit fejix te, vehat aura rosas. 
 Vive tuis (nee enim non sunt aequissima) votis 
 
 ^Equalis, quae te sydera cunq, vocant. 
 Haec donee niveae cedat tua purpura pallae, 
 
 Lilium ubi fuerit, quae rosa vestis erat. 
 
 H 
 
 Serenissim& Reginte librum suum commendat Academia. 
 
 Unc quoq, materna (nimium nisi magna rogamus) 
 
 Aut aviae saltern sume, Maria, manu. 
 Est Musa de matre recens rubicundulus infans, 
 
 Cui pater est partus (quis putet ?) ille tuus. 
 Usq, adeo impatiens amor est in virgine Musa : 
 
 Jam nunc ex illo non negat esse parens. 
 De nato quot habes olim sperare nepotes, 
 Qui simul & pater est, & facit esse patrem ! 
 
 33 6
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Priscianus verberans^ & vapulans. 
 
 QUid facis ? ah ! tarn perversa quid volvitur ira ? 
 Quid parat iste tuus, posterus iste furor ? 
 Ah, truculente puer ! tam fcedo parce furori. 
 
 Nee rapiat tragicas tam gravis ira nates. 
 Ecce fremit, fremit ecce indignabundus Apollo. 
 
 Castalides fugiunt, & procul ora tegunt. 
 Sic igitur sacrum, sic insedisse caballum 
 
 Qusris ? & (ah) fieri tam male notus eques ? 
 Ille igitur phaleris nitidus lucebit in istis ? 
 
 Hasc erit ad solidum turpis habena latus ? 
 His ille (haud nimium rigidis) dabit ora lupatis ? 
 
 Haec fluet in miseris sordida vitta jubis ? 
 Sic erit ista tui, sic aurea pompa triumphi ? 
 
 Ille sub imperiis ibit olentis heri ? 
 Ille tamen neq, terribili stat spumeus irij 
 
 Ungula nee celso fervida calce tonat. 
 
 merito speclatur equi patientia nostri ! 
 Dicite Io. tantum quis toleravit equus ? 
 
 Pegasus iste ferox, mortales spretus habenas, 
 
 Bellerophontaea non tulit ire manu. 
 Noster equus tamen exemplo non turget in isto: 
 
 Stat bonus, & solito se pede certus habet. 
 
 1 mo licet tantos de te tulit ille pudores, 
 
 Te tulit ille iterum. sed meliore modo. 
 Xunc rubor in scapulas 6 quam bene transiit iste, 
 
 Qui satis in vultus noluit ire tuos ! 
 At mater centum in furias abit, & vomit iram 
 
 Mille modis rabidam : jura, forumq, fremit. 
 Quin fera tu, taceas ; aut jura, forum4 tacebunt : 
 
 Tu legi vocem non sinis esse suam. 
 O male vibratae rixosa volumina linguae ! 
 
 Et satis in nullo verba tonanda foro ! 
 Causidicos (vesana !) tuos tua fulmina terrent. 
 
 Ecce stupent miseri : ah ! nee meminre loqui. 
 Hinc tua, (foede puer) foedati hinc terga caballi 
 
 Exercent querulo jurgia lenta foro. 
 Obscasnas lites, & olentia jurgia ridet 
 
 Turpiter in causam sollicitata Themis. 
 
 337
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Juridicus lites quisquis traftaverit istas, 
 Oh satis emunt& nare sit ille, precor. 
 
 At tu de misero quid vis, truculente, caballo ? 
 Cur premis insultans, sasve ! tyranne puer ! 
 
 Ten6 igitur fugiet ? fugiet sacer iste caballus ? 
 Non fugiet. sed (si vis) tibi terga dabit. 
 
 jj ft L L + } verberans. 
 
 Ad librum super hoc re ab ipso\ D 
 
 , ,. ;* ,. j-r "nscianus 
 
 ludi magistro editum, qui dr\ 
 
 vapulans. 
 
 SOrdes 6 tibi gratulamur istas, 
 O Musa aurea, blanda, delicata ! 
 Sordes 6 tibi Candidas, suoq\ 
 Jam nee nomine, jam nee ore notas ! 
 Sacro carmine quippe delinitae 
 Se nunc 6 bene nesciunt, nova4 
 Mirantur facie novum nitorem. 
 Ipsas tu facis 6 nitere sordes. 
 Sordes 6 tibi gratulamur ipsas ! 
 Si non hie natibus procax malignis 
 Foedo fulmine turpis intonasset : 
 Unde insurgeret haec querela vindex, 
 Dodto & murmure carminis severi 
 Dulces fortiter aggregaret iras ? 
 Ipsae 6 te faciunt nitere sordes. 
 Sordes 6 tibi gratulamur ipsas. 
 
 Quam pulchr tua migrat Hippocrene ! 
 Turpi quarh bene degener parenti ! 
 Foedi filia tarn serena fontis. 
 Has de stercore quis putaret undas ? 
 
 Sic 6 ladlea surge, Musa, surge. 
 Surge inter medias serena sordes. 
 Spumis qualiter in suis Dione, 
 Cum prompsit latus aurgum, atq, primas 
 Ortu purpureo movebat undas. 
 Sic 6 ladlea surge, Musa, surge. 
 Enni stercus erit Maronis aurum. 
 
 338
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Horatii Ode. 
 Ille 3" nefasto te posuit die &c. 
 
 "lpa ere Keivos Ofjicev a7ro<f>pdSi 
 'O Trpwrof ort9, X i P^ re ft(*>p>a, 
 "Edpe^re, SevSpov, Trj? re Kat 
 A.ITIOV, e&o-ofievtov r 6X67^09. 
 
 Keti/o? <y 
 
 paive 
 
 Ta S??Ta KoX^wv <f>dpp,aica, Kal tcafcov 
 Hdv xpijua, 8<ocra9 ftot eTri^apiov 
 e G~wyv6v epvos, Becnrorov ere 
 9 
 
 t9 otSe (frevyetv ; SeiSie ftoafyopov 
 i/9u9 o TrXwrrjp, ov&* dvd[y^Kr)v 
 'Frjv /cpv(f>ir)v krepwBev oicvei. 
 
 Kal Tofa* Ilap$o9 'Pco/jLaiKTjv ftlav, 
 Kal Secr/Aa 4 Xaoi9 a\Xa fj,oipa<? 
 BaXXe, /SaXet T' dSoKrjros opfitj. 
 
 A.laicov, 
 KaX?;!/ T' aTroracnv 
 
 Kivvprjv re 
 
 Hvowra /cat o-e TrXetoj/ eTTi^v 
 AX/eate, "7r\iJKTp<a cr/cX^pa 
 
 339
 
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 8' afM<j)orepa)v ovaat 
 
 , rds Be yu-a^a? r rr\eov, 
 re /u.ev rvpdvvovs 
 etcTTiev axri Xao?. 
 
 Tt Oavp ; efcelvaip Ofa ore rpiicpavcx; 
 "A.K'rjv doi&als, ovara 
 'HLptWWOV T' 
 Bor/3f%e?, ^ 
 
 Kal 8^ TUpopyff&k, Kal FleXoTro? Trarrjp 
 
 O) \adiKij8el 
 
 "Ayeiv XeoVra? Qpiwv Be 
 Ov <i\eei, >o3eoa? re 
 
 In Rev d . Dre. Brooke Epitaphium. 
 
 POsuit sub ist& (non gravi) caput terri 
 Ille, ipsa quern mors arrogare vix ausa 
 Didicit vereri, plurimumque suspense 
 Dubitavit ictu, lucidos procul vultus, 
 Et sydus oris acre procul prospectans. 
 Cui literarum fama cum dedit lumen, 
 Accepit, atque est ditior suis donis. 
 Cujus serena gravitas faciles mores 
 Muliere novit; cujus in senectute 
 Famaeque riguit, & juventa fortunae. 
 Ita brevis sevi, ut nee videri festinus ; 
 Ita longus, ut nee fessus. Et hunc mori credis ? 
 
 340
 
 FROM BANCROFT MS. 
 
 F 
 
 In obitum Rev. F. D ri3 Mansell^ 
 
 Coll. Regin. M ri qui ven, D s Brooke, 
 
 inter'itum proxime secutus est. 
 
 Rgo iterum in lacrymas, & saevi murmura planctus 
 
 j , Ire jubet tragica mors iterata manu ? 
 
 Scilicet ilia novas quas jam fert dextra sagittas, 
 
 Dextra priore recens sanguine stillat adhuc. 
 Vos 6, quos socii Lachesis prope miscuit urnal, 
 
 Et vicina colus vix sinit esse duos ; 
 Ite 6, quos nostri jungunt consortia damni j 
 
 Per nostras lacrymas 6 nimis ite pares ! 
 Ite per Elysias felici tramite valles. 
 
 Et sociis animos conciliate viis. 
 Illic ingentes ultro confundite manes, 
 
 Noscat & aeternam mutua dextra fidem. 
 Communes eadem spargantur in otia curse, 
 
 Atque idem felix poscat utrumque labor. 
 Nectarae simul ite vagis sermonibus horae : 
 
 Nox trahat alternas continuata vices. 
 Una cibos ferat, una suas vocet arbor in umbras. 
 
 Ambobus faciles herba det una toros. 
 Certum erit interea quanto sit major habenda, 
 
 Quam quas per vitam est, mortis amicitia. 
 
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 LUKE 2. Qucerit yesum mum Maria^ ifc. 
 
 Nd is he gone, whom these armes held but now ? 
 
 Their hope, their vow ? 
 Did ever greife, & joy in one poore heart 
 
 Soe soone change part ? 
 Hee's gone, the fair'st flower, that e're bosome drest, 
 
 My soules sweet rest. 
 My wombes chast pride is gone, my heaven-borne boy; 
 
 And where is joy ? 
 Hee's gone. & his lov'd steppes to wait upon, 
 
 My joy is gone. 
 My joyes, & hee are gone ; my greife, & I 
 
 Alone must ly. 
 Hee's gone, not leaving with me, till he come, 
 
 One smile at home. 
 Oh come then, bring Thy mother her lost joy : 
 
 Oh come, sweet boy. 
 Make hast, & come, or e're my greife, & I 
 
 Make hast, & dy. 
 Peace, heart ! the heavens are angry, all their spheres 
 
 Rivall thy teares. 
 I was mistaken, some faire sphaere, or other 
 
 Was thy blest mother. 
 What, but the fairest heaven, could owne the birth 
 
 Of soe faire earth ? 
 Yet sure thou did'st lodge heere. this wombe of mine 
 
 Was once call'd thine. 
 Oft have these armes thy cradle envied, 
 
 Beguil'd thy bed. 
 Oft to thy easy eares hath this shrill tongue 
 
 Trembled, & sung. 
 Oft have I wrapt thy slumbers in soft aires, 
 
 And stroak't thy cares. 
 Oft hath this hand those silken casements kept, 
 
 While their sunnes slept. 
 Oft have my hungry kisses made thine eyes 
 
 Too early rise. 
 
 34*
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Oft have I spoild my kisses daintiest diet, 
 
 Xo spare thy quiet. 
 Oft from this breast to thine my love-tost heart 
 
 Hath leapt, to part. 
 Oft my lost soule have I bin glad to seeke 
 
 On thy soft cheeke. 
 Oft have these armes alas ! show'd to these eyes 
 
 Their now lost joyes. 
 Dawne then to me, thou morne of mine owne day, 
 
 And lett heaven stay. 
 Oh, would'st thou hecre still fixe thy faire abode, 
 
 My bosome God : 
 What hinders, but my bosome still might be 
 
 Thy heaven to Thee ? 
 
 Whosoever shall loose his life &c. MATH. 1 6. 25. 
 
 SOe I may gaine thy death, my life I'le give. 
 (My life's thy death, & in thy death I live.) 
 Or else, my life, I'le hide thee in his grave, 
 By three daies losse aeternally to save. 
 
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 In cicatrices Domini Jesu. 
 
 COme, brave soldjers, come, & see 
 Mighty love's Artillery. 
 This was the conquering dart ; & loe 
 There shines his quiver, there his bow. 
 These the passive weapons are, 
 That made great Love, a man of warre. 
 The quiver, that he bore, did bide 
 Soe neare, it prov'd his very side. 
 In it there sate but one sole dart ; 
 A peircing one. his peirced heart. 
 His weapons were nor steele, nor brasse : 
 The weapon, that he wore, he was. 
 For bow his unbent hand did serve, 
 Well strung with many a broken nerve. 
 Strange the quiver, bow, & dart ! 
 A bloody side, & hand, & heart ! 
 But now the feild is wonne : & they 
 (The dust of Warre cleane wip'd away) 
 The weapons now of triumph be, 
 That were before of Victorie. 
 
 In amorem divinum (Hermannus Hugo). 
 
 Eternall love ! what 'tis to love thee well, 
 
 None, but himselfe, who feeles it, none can tell. 
 But oh, what to be lov'd of thee as well, 
 None, not himselfe, who feeles it, none can tell. 
 
 344
 
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 Upon a Gnatt burnt in a candle. 
 
 Etle buzzing wanton elfe, 
 Perish there, & thanke thy selfe. 
 Thou deserv'st thy life to loose, 
 For distracting such a Muse. 
 Was it thy ambitious aime 
 By thy death to purchase fame ? 
 Didst thou hope he would in pitty 
 Have bestow 'd a funerall ditty 
 On thy ghoast? & thou in that 
 To have outlived Virgills gnatt ? 
 No. the treason, thou hast wrought, 
 Might forbid the[e] such a thought. 
 If that night's worke doe miscarry, 
 Or a syllable but vary, 
 A greater foe thou shalt me find, 
 The destruction of thy kind. 
 Phoebus, to revenge thy fault, 
 In a fiery trapp thee caught ; 
 That thy winged mates might know it, 
 And not dare disturbe a Poet. 
 Deare, & wretched was thy sport, 
 Since thyselfe was crushed for't. 
 Scarcely had that life a breath, 
 Yet it found a double death ; 
 Playing in the golden flames, 
 Thou fell'st into an inky Thames ; 
 Scorch'd, & drown 'd. That petty sunne 
 A pretty Icarus hath undone. 
 
 345
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Petronius. 
 
 Ales Phasiacis petita Colchis &c. 
 
 THe bird, that's fetch't from Phasis floud, 
 Or choicest hennes of Africk-brood ; 
 These please our palates. & why these ? 
 'Cause they can but seldome please. 
 Whil'st the goose soe goodly white, 
 And the drake yeeld noe delight, 
 Though his wings conceited hewe 
 Paint each feather, as if new. 
 These for vulgar stomacks be, 
 And rellish not of rarity. 
 But the dainty Scarus, sought 
 In farthest clime : what e're is bought 
 
 * O 
 
 With shipwracks toile, oh, that is sweet, 
 'Cause the quicksands hanselld it. 
 The pretious Barbill, now groune rife, 
 Is cloying meat. How stale is Wife ? 
 Deare wife hath ne're a handsome letter, 
 Sweet mistris sounds a great deale better. 
 Rose quakes at name of Cinnamon. 
 Unlesse't be rare, what's thought upon ? 
 
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 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Horatius. 
 llle & ne fasto te posuit die &c. 
 
 SHame of thy mother soyle ! ill-nurtur'd tree ! 
 Sett to the mischeife, of posteritie ! 
 That hand, (what e're it wer) that was thy nurse, 
 Was sacrilegious, (sure) or somewhat worse. 
 Black, as the day was dismall, in whose sight 
 Thy rising topp first staind the bashfull light. 
 That man (I thinke) wrested the feeble life 
 From his old father, that mans barbarous knife 
 Conspird with darknes 'gainst the strangers throate j 
 (Whereof the blushing walles tooke bloody note) 
 Huge high-floune poysons, ev'n of Colchos breed, 
 And whatsoe're wild sinnes black thoughts doe feed, 
 His hands have padled in ; his hands, that found 
 Thy traiterous root a dwelling in my ground. 
 Perfidious totterer ! longing for the staines 
 Of thy kind Master's well-deserving braines. 
 Mans daintiest care, & caution cannot spy 
 The subtile point of his coy destiny, 
 W ch way it threats, with feare the merchant's mind 
 Is plough'd as deepe, as is the sea with wind, 
 (Rowz'd in an angry tempest), Oh the sea ! 
 Oh ! that's his feare ; there flotes his destiny : 
 While from another (unseene) corner blowes 
 The storme of fate, to w ch his life he owes. 
 By Parthians bow the soldier lookes to die, 
 (Whose hands are fighting, while their feet doe flie.) 
 The Parthian starts at Rome's imperiall name, 
 Fledg'd with her eagles wing ; the very chaine 
 Of his captivity rings in his eares. 
 Thus, 6 thus fondly doe wee pitch our feares 
 Farre distant from our fates, our fates, that mocke 
 Our giddy feares with an unlook't for shocke. 
 
 A little more, & I had surely scene 
 Thy greisly Majesty, Hell's blackest Queene ; 
 And CEacus on his Tribunall too, 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Sifting the soules of guilt ; & you, (oh you!) 
 
 You ever-blushing meads, where doe the Blest 
 
 Farre from darke horrors home appeale to rest. 
 
 There amorous Sappho plaines upon her Lute 
 
 Her loves crosse fortune, that the sad dispute 
 
 Runnes murmuring on the strings. Alcxus there 
 
 In high-built numbers wakes his golden lyre, 
 
 To tell the world, how hard the matter went, 
 
 How hard by sea, by warre, by banishment. 
 
 There these brave soules deale to each wondring eare, 
 
 Such words, soe precious, as they may not weare 
 
 Without religious silence ; above all 
 
 Warres ratling tumults, or some tyrants fall. 
 
 The thronging clotted multitude doth feast. 
 
 What wonder ? when the hundred-headed beast 
 
 Hangs his black lugges, stroakt with those heavenly 
 
 lines ; 
 
 The Furies curl'd snakes meet in gentle twines, 
 And stretch their cold limbes in a pleasing fire. 
 Prometheus selfe, & Pelops sterved sire 
 Are cheated of their paines ; Orion thinkes 
 Of Lions now noe more, or spotted Linx. 
 
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 On y e Gunpowder-Treason. 
 
 I Sing Impiety beyond a name : 
 Who stiles it any thinge, knowes not the same. 
 Dull, sluggish He ! what more than lethargy 
 Gripes thy cold limbes soe fast, thou canst not fly, 
 And start from of[f] thy center? hath heaven's love 
 Stuft thee soe full with blisse, thou can'st not move ? 
 If soe, oh Neptune, may she farre be throwne 
 By thy kind armes to a kind world unknowne : 
 Lett her survive this day, once mock her fate, 
 And shee's an Island truely fortunate. 
 Lett not my suppliant breath raise a rude storme 
 To wrack my suite, oh keepe pitty warme 
 In thy cold breast, & yearely on this day 
 Mine eyes a tributary streame shall pay. 
 Do'st thou not see an exhalation 
 Belch'd from the sulph'ry lungs of Phlegeton ? 
 A living Comet, whose pestiferous breath 
 Adulterates the Virgin aire ? with death 
 It labours, stifled nature's in a swound, 
 Ready to dropp into a chaos, round 
 About horror's displai'd ; It doth portend, 
 That earth a shoure of stones to heaven shall send, 
 And crack the Christall globe ; the milky streame 
 Shall in a silver rain runne out, whose creame 
 Shall choake the gaping earth, w ch then shall fry 
 In flames, & of a burning fever dy. 
 That wonders may in fashion be, not rare, 
 A winter's thunder with a groane shall scare, 
 And rouze the sleepy ashes of the dead, 
 Making them skip out of their dusty bed. 
 Those twinckling eyes of heaven, w ch ev'n now shin'd, 
 Shall with one flash of lightning be struck blind. 
 The sea shall change his youthfull greene, & slide 
 Along the shore in a grave purple tide. 
 It does praesage, that a great Prince shall climbe, 
 And gett a starry throne before his time. 
 
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 To usher in this shoale of Prodigies, 
 
 Thy infants, ^Eolus, will not suffice. 
 
 Noe, noe, a giant wind, that will not spare 
 
 To tosse poore men like dust into the aire ; 
 
 Justle downe mountaines : Kings courts shall be sent, 
 
 Like bandied balles, into the firmament. 
 
 Atlas shall be tript upp, Jove's gate shall feele 
 
 The weighty rudenes of his boysterous heele. 
 
 All this it threats, & more : Horro r , that flies 
 
 To th' Empyraeum of all miseries. 
 
 Most tall Hyperbole's cannot descry it ; 
 
 Mischeife, that scornes expression should come nigh it. 
 
 All this it only threats, the Meteor ly'd ; 
 
 It was exhal'd, a while it hung, & dy'd. 
 
 Heaven kickt the Monster downe. downe it was thrown e, 
 
 The fall of all things it praesag'd, its owne 
 
 It quite forgott. the fearfull earth gave way, 
 
 And durst not touch it, heere it made noe stay. 
 
 At last it stopt at Pluto's gloomy porch j 
 
 He streightway lighted upp his pitchy torch. 
 
 Now to those toiling soules it gives its light, 
 
 W ch had the happines to worke i'th' night. 
 
 They banne the blaze, & curse its curtesy, 
 
 For lighting them unto their misery. 
 
 Till now hell was imperfect ; it did need 
 
 Some rare choice torture ; now 'tis hell indeed. 
 
 Then glutt thy dire lampe with the warmest blood, 
 
 That runnes in violett pipes : none other food 
 
 It can digest, then watch the wildfire well, 
 
 Least it breake forth, & burne thy sooty cell. 
 
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 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Upon the Gunpowder-Treason. 
 
 i 
 
 REach me a quill, pluckt from the flaming wing 
 Of Pluto's Mercury, that I may sing 
 Death to the life. My inke shall be the blood 
 Of Cerberus, or Alecto's viperous brood. 
 Unmated malice ! Oh unpeer'd despight ! 
 Such as the sable pinions of the night 
 Never durst hatch before : extracted see 
 The very Quintessence of villanie. 
 I feare to name it ; least that he, w ch heares, 
 Should have his soule frighted beyond the spheres. 
 Heaven was asham'd, to see our mother Earth 
 Engender with the Night, & teeme a birth 
 Soe foule, one minutes light had it but scene, 
 The fresh face of the morne had blasted beene. 
 Her rosy cheekes you should have scene noe more 
 Dy'd in vermilion blushes, as before : 
 But in a vaile of clouds mufling her head 
 A solitary life she would have led. 
 Affrighted Phoebus would have lost his way, 
 Giving his wanton palfreys leave to play 
 Olympick games in the' Olympian plaines, 
 His trembling hands loosing the golden raines. 
 The Queene of night gott the greene sicknes then, 
 Sitting soe long at ease in her darke denne, 
 Not daring to peepe forth, least that a stone 
 Should beate her headlong from her jetty throne. 
 Jove's twinckling tapers, that doe light the world, 
 Had beene puft out, & from their stations hurl'd. 
 jEol kept in his wrangling sonnes, least they 
 With this grand blast should have bin bloune away. 
 Amazed Triton with his shrill alarmes 
 Bad sporting Neptune to pluck in his armes, 
 And leave embracing of the Isles, least hee 
 Might be an actor in this Tragoedy. 
 Nor should wee need thy crisped waves, for wee 
 An Ocean could have made t' have drowned thee. 
 Torrents of salt teares from our eyes should runne, 
 
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 And raise a deluge, where the flaming sunne 
 
 Should coole his fiery wheeles, & never sinke 
 
 Soe low to give his thirsty stallions drinke. 
 
 Each soule in sighes had spent its dearest breath, 
 
 As glad to waite upon their King in death. 
 
 Each winged Chorister would swan-like sing 
 
 A mournfull Dirge to their deceased King. 
 
 The painted meddowes would have laught no more 
 
 For joye of their neate coates ; but would have tore 
 
 Their shaggy locks, their flowry mantles turn'd 
 
 Into dire sable weeds, & sate, & mourn'd. 
 
 Each stone had streight a Niobe become, 
 
 And wept amaine ; then rear'd a costly tombe, 
 
 T' entombe the lab'ring earth, for surely shee 
 
 Had died just in her delivery. 
 
 But when Jove's winged Heralds this espied, 
 
 Upp to th' Almighty thunderer they hied, 
 
 Relating this sad story, streight way hee 
 
 The monster crusht, maugre their midwiferie. 
 
 And may such Pythons never live to see 
 
 The Light's faire face, but still abortive bee. 
 
 35 2
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Upon the Gunpowder-Treason. 
 
 GRow plumpe, leane Death ; his Holinesse a feast 
 Hath now praepar'd, & you must be his guest. 
 Come grimme destruction, & in purple gore 
 Dye sev'n times deeper than they were before 
 Thy scarlet robes, for heere you must not share 
 A common banquett. noe, heere's princely fare. 
 And least thy bloodshott eyes should lead aside 
 This masse of cruelty, to be thy guide 
 Three coleblack sisters, (whose long sutty haire, 
 And greisly visages doe fright the aire ; 
 When Night beheld them, shame did almost turne 
 Her sable cheekes into a blushing morne, 
 To see some fowler than herselfe) these stand, 
 Each holding forth to light the aery brand, 
 Whose purer flames tremble to be soe nigh, 
 And in fell hatred burning, angry dy, 
 Sly, lurking treason is his bosome freind, 
 Whom faint, & palefac't feare doth still attend. 
 These need noe invitation, onely thou 
 Black dismall horro r , come ; make perfect now 
 Th' Epitome of hell: oh lett thy pinions 
 Be a gloomy Canopy to Pluto's minions. 
 In this infernall Majesty close shrowd 
 Your selves, your Stygian states ; a pitchy clowd 
 Shall hang the roome, & for your tapers bright, 
 Sulphureous flames, snatch'd from aeternall night. 
 But rest, affrighted Muse ; thy silver wings 
 May not row neerer to these dusky Kings. 
 Cast back some amorous glances on the cates, 
 That heere are dressing by the hasty fates, 
 Nay. stopp thy clowdy eyes, it is not good, 
 To droune thy selfe in this pure pearly flood. 
 But since they are for fire-workes, rather prove 
 A Phenix, & in chastest flames of love 
 Offer thy selfe a Virgin sacrifice 
 To quench the rage of hellish deities. 
 
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 But dares destruction eate these candid breasts, 
 The Muses, & the Graces sugred neasts ? 
 Dares hungry death snatch of one cherry lipp ? 
 Or thirsty treason offer once to sippe 
 One dropp of this pure Nectar, w ch doth flow 
 In azure channells warme through mounts of snow ? 
 The roses fresh, conserved from the rage, 
 And cruell ravishing of frosty age, 
 Feare is afraid to tast of: only this, 
 He humbly crav'd to banquett on a kisse. 
 Poore meagre horro r streightwaies was amaz'd, 
 And in the stead of feeding stood, & gaz'd. 
 Their appetites were gone at th' very sight ; 
 But yet their eyes surfett with sweet delight. 
 Only the Pope a stomack still could find ; 
 But yett they were not powder'd to his mind. 
 Forthwith each God stept from his starry throne, 
 And snatch'd away the banquett. every one 
 Convey'd his sweet delicious treasury 
 To the close closet of aeternity : 
 Where they will safely keepe it, from the rude, 
 And rugged touch of Pluto's multitude. 
 
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 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Upon the King's Coronation. 
 
 SOund forth, coelestiall Organs, lett heavens quire 
 Ravish the dancing orbes, make them mount higher 
 With nimble capers, & force Atlas tread 
 Upon his tiptoes, e're his silver head 
 Shall kisse his golden burthen. Thou, glad Isle, 
 That swim'st as deepe in joy, as Seas, now smile ; 
 Lett not thy weighty glories, this full tide 
 Of blisse, debase thee ; but with a just pride 
 Swell : swell to such an height, that thou maist vye 
 With heaven itselfe for stately Majesty. 
 Doe not deceive mee, eyes : doe I not see 
 In this blest earth heaven's bright Epitome, 
 Circled with pure refined glory ? heere 
 I veiw a rising sunne in this our sphere, 
 Whose blazing beames, maugre the blackest night, 
 And mists of greife, dare force a joyfull light. 
 The gold, in w ch he flames, does well praesage 
 A precious season, & a golden age. 
 Doe I not see joy keepe his revels now, 
 And sitt triumphing in each cheerfull brow ? 
 Unmixt felicity with silver wings 
 Broodeth this sacred place, hither peace brings 
 The choicest of her olive-crownes, & praies 
 To have them guilded with his courteous raies. 
 Doe I not see a Cynthia, who may 
 Abash the purest beauties of the day ? 
 To whom heavens lampes often in silent night 
 Steale from their stations to repaire their light. 
 Doe I not see a constellation, 
 Each little beame of w ch would make a sunne ? 
 I meane those three great starres, who well may scorn 
 Acquaintance with the Usher of the morne. 
 To gaze upon such starres each humble eye 
 Would be ambitious of Astronomic. 
 Who would not be a Phoenix, & aspire 
 To sacrifice himselfe in such sweet fire ? 
 Shine forth, ye flaming sparkes of Deity, 
 Yee perfect emblemes of divinity. 
 Fixt in your spheres of glory, shed from thence, 
 The treasures of our lives, your influence. 
 For if you sett, who may not justly feare, 
 The world will be one Ocean, one great teare. 
 
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 S' 
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 Upon the Kings Coronation. 
 Trange metamorphosis ! It was but now 
 The sullen heaven had vail'd its mournfull brow 
 With a black maske : the clouds with child by greife 
 Traveld th' Olympian plaines to find releife. 
 But at the last (having not soe much power 
 As to refraine) brought forth a costly shower 
 Of pearly drops, & sent her numerous birth 
 (As tokens of her greife) unto the earth. 
 Alas, the earth, quick drunke with teares, had reel'd 
 From of[f] her center, had not Jove upheld 
 The staggering lumpe : each eye spent all its store, 
 As if heereafter they would weepe noe more. 
 Streight from this sea of teares there does appeare 
 Full glory flaming in her owne free sphere. 
 Amazed Sol throwes of[f] his mournfull weeds, 
 Speedily harnessing his fiery steeds, 
 Up to Olympus stately topp he hies, 
 From whence his glorious rivall hee espies. 
 Then wondring starts, & had the curteous night 
 With held her vaile, h' had forfeited his sight. 
 The joyfull sphseres with a delicious sound 
 Afright th' amazed aire, & dance a round 
 To their owne Musick, nor (untill they see 
 This glorious Phoebus sett) will quiet bee. 
 Each aery Siren now hath gott her song, 
 To whom the merry lambes doe tripp along 
 The laughing meades, as joyfull to behold 
 Their winter coates cover'd with flaming gold. 
 Such was the brightnesse of this Northerne starre, 
 It made the Virgin Phoenix come from farre 
 To be repaird : hither she did resort, 
 Thinking her father had remov'd his court. 
 The lustre of his face did shine soe bright, 
 That Rome's bold Eagles now were blinded quite, 
 The radiant darts, shott from his sparkling eyes, 
 Made every mortall gladly sacrifice 
 A heart burning in love ; all did adore 
 This rising sunne, their faces nothing wore, 
 But smiles, & ruddy joyes, & at this day 
 All melancholy clowds van isht. away. 
 
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 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Upon the birth of the Princesse Elizabeth. 
 
 B Right starre of Majesty, oh shedd on mee, 
 A precious influence, as sweet as thee. 
 That with each word, my loaden pen letts fall, 
 The fragrant spring may be perfum'd withall. 
 That Sol from them may suck an honied shower, 
 To glutt the stomack of his darling flower. 
 With such a sugred livery made fine, 
 They shall proclaime to all, that they are thine. 
 Lett none dare speake of thee, but such as thence 
 Extracted have a balmy eloquence. 
 But then, alas, my heart ! oh how shall I 
 Cure thee of thy delightfull tympanic ? 
 I cannot hold, such a springtide of joy 
 Must have a passage, or 'twill force a way. 
 Yet shall my loyall tongue keepe this command : 
 But give me leave to ease it with my hand. 
 And though these humble lines scare not soe high, 
 As is thy birth ; yet from thy flaming eye 
 Drop downe one sparke of glory, & they'l prove 
 A praesent worthy of Apollo's love. 
 My quill to thee may not praesume to sing : 
 Lett th' hallowed plume of a seraphick wing 
 Bee consecrated to this worke, while I 
 Chant to my selfe with rustick melodic. 
 
 Rich, liberall heaven, what, hath yo r treasure store 
 Of such bright Angells, that you give us more? 
 Had you, like our great Sunne, stamped but one 
 For earth, t' had beene an ample portion. 
 Had you but drawne one lively coppy forth, 
 That might interpret our faire Cynthia's worth, 
 Y' had done enough to make the lazy ground 
 Dance, like the nimble spheres, a joyfull round. 
 But such is the coelestiall Excellence, 
 That in the princely patterne shines, from whence 
 The rest pourtraicted are, that 'tis noe paine 
 To ravish heaven to limbe them o're againe. 
 Wittnesse this mapp of beauty j every part 
 Of w ch doth show the Quintessence of art. 
 
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 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 See ! nothing's vulgar, every atome heere 
 
 Speakes the great wisdome of th' artificer. 
 
 Poore Earth hath not enough perfection, 
 
 To shaddow forth th' admired paragon. 
 
 Those sparkling twinnes of light should I now stile 
 
 Rich diamonds, sett in a pure silver foyle ; 
 
 Or call her cheeke a bed of new-blowne roses ; 
 
 And say that Ivory her front composes ; 
 
 Or should I say, that with a scarlet wave 
 
 Those plumpe soft rubies had bin drest soe brave j 
 
 Or that the dying lilly did bestow 
 
 Upon her neck the whitest of his snow ; 
 
 Or that the purple violets did lace 
 
 That hand of milky downe : all these are base ; 
 
 Her glories I should dimme with things soe grosse, 
 
 And foule the cleare text with a muddy glosse. 
 
 Goe on then, Heaven, & limbe forth such another, 
 
 Draw to this sister miracle a brother ; 
 
 Compile a first glorious Epitome 
 
 Of heaven, & earth, & of all raritie ; 
 
 And sett it forth in the same happy place, 
 
 And I'le not blurre it with my Paraphrase. 
 
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 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 EX EUPHORMIONE. 
 O Dea syderei seu tu stirps alma Tonantis &c. 
 
 B Right Goddesse, (whether Jove thy father be ; 
 Or Jove a father will be made by thee) 
 Oh crowne these praie'rs (mov'd in a happy hower) 
 But with one cordiall smile for Cloe. that power 
 Of Loue's all-daring hand, that makes me burne, 
 Makes me confess't. Oh, doe not thou with scorne, 
 Great Nymph, o'relooke my lownesse. hcav'n you know 
 And all their fellow Deities will bow 
 Evn to the naked'st vowes. thou art my fate ; 
 To thee the Parcae have given up of late 
 My threds of life, if then I shall not live 
 By thee ; by thee yet lett me die. this give, 
 High beauties soveraigne, that my funerall flames 
 May draw their first breath from thy starry beames. 
 The Phoenix selfe shall not more proudly burne, 
 That fetcheth fresh life from her fruitfull urne. 
 
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 An Elegy upon the Death of Mr. Stanninow^ 
 Fellow of Queenes Colledge. 
 
 H 
 
 Ath aged winter, fledg'd with feathered raine, 
 
 To frozen Caucasus his flight now tane ? 
 Doth hee in downy snow there closely shrowd 
 His bedrid limmes, wrapt in a fleecy clowd ? 
 Is th' earth disrobed of her apron white, 
 Kind winter's guift, & in a greene one dight ? 
 Doth she beginne to dandle in her lappe 
 Her painted infants, fedd with pleasant pappe, 
 W ch their bright father in a pretious showre 
 From heavens sweet milky streame doth gently powre ? 
 Doth blith Apollo cloath the heavens with joye, 
 And with a golden wave wash cleane away 
 Those durty smutches, w ch their faire fronts wore, 
 And make them laugh, w ch frown'd, & wept before? 
 If heaven hath now forgot to weepe ; 6 then 
 W l meane these showres of teares amongst us men ? 
 These Cataracts of griefe, that dare ev'n vie 
 With th' richest clowds their pearly treasurie ? 
 If winters gone, whence this untimely cold, 
 That on these snowy limmes hath laid such hold ? 
 What more than winter hath that dire art found, 
 These purple currents hedg'd with violets round. 
 To corrallize, w ch softly wont to slide 
 In crimson waveletts, & in scarlet tide ? 
 If Flora's darlings now awake from sleepe, 
 And out of their greene mantletts dare to peepe : 
 O tell me then, what rude outragious blast 
 Forc't this prime flowre of youth to make such hast 
 To hide his blooming glories, & bequeath 
 His balmy treasure to the bedd of death ? 
 'Twas not the frozen zone; One sparke of fire, 
 Shott from his flaming eye, had thaw'd it's ire, 
 And made it burne in love : 'Twas not the rage, 
 And too ungentle nippe of frosty age : 
 'Twas not the chast, & purer snow, whose nest 
 Was in the modest Nunnery of his brest : 
 
 360
 
 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 Noe. none of these ravish't those virgin roses, 
 The Muses, & the Graces fragrant posies. 
 W ch , while they smiling sate upon his face, 
 They often kist, & in the sugred place 
 Left many a starry teare, to thinke how soone 
 The golden harvest of our joyes, the noone 
 Of all our glorious hopes should fade, 
 And be eclipsed with an envious shade. 
 Noe. 'twas old doting Death, who stealing by, 
 Dragging his crooked burthen, look't awry, 
 And streight his amorous syth (greedy of blisse) 
 Murdred the earth's just pride with a rude kisse. 
 A winged Herald, gladd of soe sweet a prey, 
 Snatch't upp the falling starre, soe richly gay, 
 And plants it in a precious perfum'd bedd, 
 Amongst those Lillies, w ch his bosome bredd. 
 Where round about hovers with silver wing 
 A golden summer, an aeternall spring. 
 Now that his root such fruit againe may beare, 
 Let each eye water't with a courteous teare. 
 
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 S' 
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 An Elegle on the death of Dr. Porter. 
 
 :Tay, silver-footed Came, strive not to wed 
 Thy maiden streames soe soone to Neptunes bed: 
 Fixe heere thy wat'ry eyes upon these towers, 
 Unto whose feet in reverence of the powers, 
 That there inhabite, thou on every day 
 With trembling lippes an humble kisse do'st pay. 
 See all in mourning now ; the walles are jett, 
 With pearly papers carelesly besett. 
 Whose snowy cheekes, least joy should be exprest, 
 The weeping pen with sable teares hath drest. 
 Their wronged beauties speake a Tragcedy, 
 Somewhat more horrid than an Elegy. 
 Pure, & unmixed cruelty they tell, 
 W ch poseth mischeife's selfe to Parallel. 
 Justice hath lost her hand, the law her head ; 
 Peace is an Orphan now ; her father's dead. 
 Honesties nurse, Vertues blest Guardian, 
 That heavenly mortall, that Seraphick man. 
 Enough is said, now, if thou canst crowd on 
 Thy lazy crawling streames, pri'thee be gone, 
 And murmur forth thy woes to every flower, 
 That on thy bankes sitts in a verdant bower, 
 And is instructed by thy glassy wave 
 To paint its perfum'd face w th colours brave. 
 In vailes of dust their silken heads they'le hide, 
 As if the oft departing sunne had dy'd. 
 Goe learne that fatall Quire, soe sprucely dight 
 In downy surplisses, & vestments white, 
 To sing their saddest Dirges, such as may 
 Make their scar'd soules take wing, & fly away. 
 Lett thy swolne breast discharge thy strugling groanes 
 To th' churlish rocks j & teach the stubborne stones 
 To melt in gentle drops, lett them be heard 
 Of all proud Neptunes silver-sheilded guard; 
 That greife may crack that string, & now untie 
 Their shackled tongues to chant an Elegie. 
 Whisper thy plaints to th' Oceans curteous eares, 
 Then weepe thyselfe into a sea of teares. 
 
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 FROM SANCROFT MS. 
 
 A thousand Helicons the Muses send 
 
 In a bright Christall tide, to thee they tend, 
 
 Leaving those mines of Nectar, their sweet fountaines, 
 
 They force a lilly path through rosy mountaines. 
 
 Feare not to dy with greife ; all bubling eyes 
 
 Are teeming now with store of fresh supplies.
 
 A' 
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 FROM BRITISH MUSEUM 
 ADDITIONAL MS. 33,219. 
 
 nP th' Ivory Tribunal! of your hand 
 (Faire one) these tender leaves doe trembling stand. 
 
 Knowing 'tis in the doome of your sweet Eye 
 Whether the Muse they cloth shall live or die. 
 Live shee, or dye to Fame ; each Leafe you meet 
 Is her Lifes wing, or her death's winding-sheet. 
 
 T Hough now 'tis neither May nor June 
 And Nightingales are out of tune, 
 Yet in these leaves (Faire one) there lyes 
 (Sworne servant to your sweetest Eyes) 
 A Nightingale, who may shee spread 
 In your white bosome her chast bed, 
 Spite of all the Maiden snow 
 Those pure untroden pathes can show, 
 You streight shall see her wake and rise 
 Taking fresh Life from your fayre Eyes. 
 And with clasp't winges proclayme a Spring 
 Where Love and shee shall sit and sing : 
 For lodg'd so ne're your sweetest throte 
 What Nightingale can loose her noate ? 
 Nor lett her kinred birds complayne 
 Because shee breakes the yeares old raigne : 
 For lett them know shee's none of those 
 Hedge-Quiristers whose Musicke owes 
 Onely such straynes as serve to keepe 
 Sad shades and sing dull Night asleepe. 
 No shee's a Priestesse of that Grove 
 The holy chappell of chast Love 
 Your Virgin bosome. Then what e're 
 Poore Lawes divide the publicke yeare, 
 Whose revolutions wait upon 
 The wild turnes of the wanton Sun ; 
 Bee you the Lady of Loves Yeere: 
 Where your Eyes shine his Suns appeare : 
 There all the yeare is Loves long Spring. 
 There all the year Loves Nightingales 
 
 shall sitt and sing. 
 3 6 4
 
 FROM BRITISH MUSEUM MS. 
 
 Out of Grotius his Tragedy of Christes sufferinges. 
 
 OThou the Span of whose Omnipotence 
 Doth graspe the fate of thinges, and share th' events 
 Of future chance ! the world's grand Sire ; and mine 
 Before the world. Obedient lo ! I joyne 
 An aequall pace thus farre ; thy word my deedes 
 Have flow'd together, if ought further needes 
 I shrinke not but thus ready stand to beare 
 (ffor else why came I?) ev'n what e're I feare. 
 Yett o what end ? where does the period dwell 
 Of my sad labours ? no day yett could tell 
 My soule shee was secure. Still have I borne 
 A still increasing burden ; worse hath tome 
 His way through bad, to my successive hurt. 
 I left my glorious Fathers star-pav'd Court 
 E're borne was banish't ; borne was glad t' embrace 
 A poo re (yea scarce a) roofe. whose narrow place 
 Was not so much as cleane ; a stable kind ; 
 The best my cradle and my birth could find. 
 Then was I knowne ; and knowne unluckily 
 A weake a wretched child ; ev'n then was I 
 For Juryes king an enemy, even worth 
 His feare ; the circle of a yeares round growth 
 Was not yett full, (a time that to my age 
 Made litle, not a litle to his rage) 
 When a wild sword ev'n from their brests, did lop 
 The Mothers Joyes in an untimely crop. 
 The search of one child (cruell industry!) 
 Was losse of multitudes ; and missing mee 
 A bloud drunke errour spilt the costly ayme 
 Of their mad sin ; (how great ! and yett how vayne !) 
 I cal'd a hundred miracles to tell 
 The world my father, then does envy swell 
 And breake upon mee : my owne virtues height 
 Hurtes mee far worse then Herods highest spite ; 
 A riddle ! (father) still acknowledg'd thine 
 Am still refus'd ; before the Infant Shrine 
 Of my weake feet the Persian Magi lay 
 And left their Mithra for my star : this they.
 
 RICHARD CRASHAW 
 
 But Isaacks issue the peculiar heyres, 
 
 Of thy old goodnesse, know thee not for theires, 
 
 Basely degenerous. Against mee flocke 
 
 The stiffe neck'd Pharisees that use to mocke 
 
 Sound goodnesse with her shadow which they weare, 
 
 And 'gainst religion her owne colours beare. 
 
 The bloud hound brood of Priests against mee draw 
 
 Those Lawlesse tyrant masters of the Law. 
 
 Profane Sadocus too does fiercely lead 
 
 His court-fed impes against this hated head. 
 
 What would they more ? th' ave scene when at my nod 
 
 Great Natures selfe hath shrunke and spoke mee god. 
 
 Drinke fayling there where I a guest did shine 
 
 The water blush'd, and started into wine. 
 
 Full of high sparkeling vigour : taught by mee 
 
 A sweet inebriated extasy. 
 
 And streight of all this approbation gate 
 
 Good wine in all poynts. but the easy rate ; 
 
 Other mens hunger with strange feasts I quell'd : 
 
 Mine owne with stranger fastings, when I held 
 
 Twice twenty dayes pure abstinence, To feed 
 
 My minds devotion in my bodyes need. 
 
 A subtle inundation of quicke food 
 
 Sprang in the spending fingers, and o'reflow'd 
 
 The peoples hunger, and when all were full 
 
 The broken meate was much more then the whole. 
 
 The Wind in all his roaring brags stood still 
 
 And listned to the whisper of my will } 
 
 The wild waves couch 'd ; the sea forgott to sweat 
 
 Under my feet, the waters to bee wett. 
 
 In death-full desperate ills where art and all 
 
 Was nothing, there my voyce was med'cinall. 
 
 Old clouds of thickest blindnesse fled my sight 
 
 And to my touch darke Eyes did owe the light. 
 
 Hee that ne're heard now speakes, and finds a tongue 
 
 To chaunt my prayses in a new-strung song. 
 
 Even hee that belches out a foaming flood 
 
 Of hot defiance 'gainst what e're is good 
 
 Father and Heyre of darkenesse, when I chide 
 
 Sinkes into Horrours bosome, glad to hide 
 
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 FROM BRITISH MUSEUM MS. 
 
 Himselfe in his owne hell ; and now lets loose 
 Mans brest (his tenement) and breakes up house. 
 Yett here's not all : nor was't enough for mee 
 To freind the living world even death did see 
 Mee ranging in his quarters j and the land 
 Of deepest silence answered my command. 
 Heav'n, Earth, and Sea, my triumphs, what remain'd 
 Now but the Grave ? the Grave it selfe I tam'd. 
 
 &c: 
 
 THE END.
 
 APPENDIX 
 
 In the following references the lines are numbered from 
 the top of the page t including titles. 
 
 A=i646, 3=1648, =1652, D = British Museum Addit. MS. 33,219, 
 E = Sancroft MS., F = B. M. Addit. MS. 34,692, G = Harl. MS. 6,917 and 18. 
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA, p. 25, 1. 5. Printed /but altered towVin 
 ink in copies seen. The original editions have been followed in printing the 
 second letter of each initial word as a capital, and, for the sake of uniformity, 
 the same style has been adopted in printing from MSS. 
 
 STEPS TO THE TEMPLE and DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES. 
 
 p. 65, 1. 6. A] With other Delights. 11. n, it. A] Printed and Published 
 according to Order. 1. 14. A] Printed by T. W. for 
 
 p. 67, 1. 20. A] fancied their dearest. 
 
 p. 70. Behind the page containing The Authors Motto A prints] Reader, 
 there was a sudden mistake ('tis too late to recover it) thou wilt quickly find it 
 out, and I hope as soone passe it over, some of the humane Poems are mis- 
 placed amongst the Divine. 
 
 p. 71, 1. 4. E] eye expends. 1. 27. E] that's vext. 
 
 p. 72, 1. 5. D and E] manly sun. 1. 29. D and E] in a too warm bed. 
 
 p. 73, 1. 2. Title in E] Upon the Water wch baptiz'd Christ. 1. 8. 
 Title in E] Upon the Ethiopian. 1. 15. E gives the ref.] John 6. 1. 17. 
 A, D and E] be sound. 1. 20. Title in E] On our Saviour's Sepulcher. 
 This epigram and one or two others were selected by Crawshaw to form part 
 of Carmen Deo Nostro. As the Divine Epigrams form a series by themselves 
 I thought it better to print twice the very few so chosen, instead of omitting 
 them here and giving only the later forms, as in the longer and separate poems 
 (see pp. 230, 79 and 233, 83 and 243, 85 and 244). 1. 23. E] widows two 
 mites. Last line. E] other threw. 
 
 p. 74, 1. i. Title in E] Upon the rich young man, Luke 15, 13. A also 
 gives the ref.] Luke 15. 1. 7. Title in E] The sick crave the shadow of Peter. 
 1. 12. Title in E] Upon the print of Christ's wounds Joh. 20. 20. 1. 24. 
 Title in E] Upon the tongue. E also adds as lines 5 and 6 of the epigram] 
 Oh wild fire ! oh rude tongue ! if nought will shame thee, 
 Hell hath a wilder fire, and that shall tame thee. 
 
 p. 75, 1. 2. Title in E] Mary to the Angell, shewing her the place, where 
 Jesus lay. 1. 9. Title in E] Pilate washes his hands. 1. 13- D and E] 
 his fountaine in thy. 1. 17. E] milkie founts. 1. 21. Title in E] On 
 Christ's Miracle at the Supper. 
 
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 APPENDIX 
 
 p. 76, 1. 19. Title in E] Upon the Virgins looking on our Saviour. 1. 29. 
 E] those teares. 
 
 p. 78,1. 3. E] (Lord) hath. 1. 10. B] wor'ds A] word's. 1.17. Title in 
 E] Christ accused answered nothing. 1. 20. D and E] spake when first he. 
 
 I. 24. Title in E] Christ turnes water into wine. 1. 26. D and E] sweet 
 acts. 
 
 p. 79, 1. 18. D] Had not. 1. 29. D] never was man. Title in E] In 
 Sepulchrum Domini Luke 23 where was never man laid; see also p. 233. 
 Last line] A full stop has been supplied here, and elsewhere at the end of 
 a poem, where it is left out in the original by a printer's error. 
 
 p. 80, 1. i. Title in E] It is better to enter into the Kingdome of God with 
 one eye, &c. 1. 5. E]Orif. 1. 7. E]ofthee. 11.9,10. Title in E] 
 Christ casteth out two divells at once. 1. 1 2. A] on B] one. 1. 14. A] is B] his. 
 
 II. 16, 17. Title in E] To them yt passed by at o r Savio passion. 1. 24. 
 Title in E] Blessed is & the papps, w ch thou hast suckt &c. 
 
 p. 81, 1. i. Title in E] On Pilate washing his hands B] blood-stanied. 
 1. 12. E] its own 1. 15. E] sad murmur... that staines. 1. 16. E] Oh 
 leave, for shame. 1. 23. E] of him that. Last line. E] Roses heere. 
 
 p. 82, 1. 7. D and E] Oh thou alone. 1. 8. E] thou giv'st us none, 
 p. 83, 1. i. D and E add] Joh. 1. 6. A reads'] 
 
 Upon the Thames taken doume from our Lords head bloody. 
 
 Know'st thou this Souldier? 'tis a much chang'd plant, which yet 
 
 Thy selfe did'st set, 
 'Tis chang'd indeed, did Autumn e're such beauties bring 
 
 To shame his Spring? 
 O ! who so hard an husbandman could ever find 
 
 A soyle so kind? 
 Is not the soile a kind one (think ye) that returnes 
 
 Roses for Thornesl 
 
 See also p. 243. 11. 16, 17. Title in E] Upon Mary Magdalene. 1. 17. 
 
 D] hayre. 1. 28. Title in E] Joh 3 19 Light is come into the world. 
 1. 30. D and E] his darknesse. 1. 31. B] Worl'ds A] World's. B] Hell. 
 A] Hell, 1. 32. D and E] Hee will not love his. 
 
 p. 84, 1. 2. Title in E] Pauls resolution. 1. 3. E] Come bonds, come 
 death. 1. 4. E] hard names. 1. 5. E] other bonds. 1.6. A] Nor other 
 death E] than that. 1.7. Title in E] On Peter's casting the nett. 1. 12. 
 A, D and E] Our Lord. In E the poem is arranged in couplets. 1. 14. 
 B]life? A] life?) 1. 18. E] floodgates. 1.19. E] Then shall hee drinke : 
 and drinke shall doe his worst. 1. 21. E] My paines are in their Nonage : 
 my young feares. 1. 22. D] yet but. 1. 23. D, E] darke woes. 1. 24. 
 
 E] are tender. 1. 25. B] unfleg'd A] unfledg'd. 1. 26. E] a towardnesse. 
 1. 30. E] The knife. 
 
 p. 85, 1. 22. See also p. 244. 1. 27. A] O never could bee found 
 Garments too [B to] good. 1. 28. A] but these. 
 
 p. 86, 1. 5. E] these paths. 1. 6. A] One whose. 1. 17. E] Makes 
 high noon. 1. 22. D] And when simple. 1. 28. E] weary wonder. 
 1. 29. E] giddy steps. 1. 30. A and E] Spreads a Path cleare as the Day. 
 1. 34. E] learne new. 1. 35. B] Sepheards A] Shepheards. 
 
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 p. 87, 1. i. D] and covers. 1. 4. E] that shade. 1. 19. E] his brims. 
 1. 1$. E] about my. 1. 29. A] eternity, B] eternity. 
 
 p. 88, 1. i. E adds after title] Paraphrasi Poetica. 1. 5. E] On the 
 willowes nodding. 1. 28. E] that cryd st. 1. 29. D] and never, never 
 rise. 
 
 p. 89, l.i. Title in A] Easter Day E] Upon Christ's Resurrection. 1.13. 
 A and E] annalls live. 
 
 p. 90, 1. i. E indexes this poem, but the leaves are missing in the MS. 
 p. 91, 1. 27. A full stop replaces a comma at the end of the line. 
 
 p. 97, 1. 4. The full stop in B has been changed to a comma at the end of 
 the line. 1. 16. A full stop has been added at the end of the line. 
 
 p. 98, 1. 8. A semicolon has been added at the end of the line, 
 p. 101, 1. 6. A colon has been added at the end of the line, 
 p. 103, 1. 27. A parenthesis has been taken away before said. 
 p. 105, 1. 2. A omits] snake. 1. 24. B] murmurs. A] murmurs, 
 p. 106, 1. 36. B] Breasts, A] Beasts 
 
 p. 107, 1. 21. E] ut tenerae. 1. 30. B misprints] tanqnam. 
 p. 108, 1. 9. E] volvit opes 1. 19. E] Divitiisque. 
 p. 109, 1. 6. B misprints] qn<z. 
 
 p. no, 1. i. A] G. Herberts. Title in E] Upon Herbert's Temple, sent to a 
 Gentlewoman. 1. 5. E] fire from your faire eyes. 1. 7. E] hand unties. 
 1. 8. A] you have an Angell by th' wings. 1. 9. E] gladly would. 1. 10. 
 E] waite on your chast morning. 1. 14. E] That every. 
 
 p. in, 1. i. The poem originally appeared in Robert Shelford's 'Five 
 Pious and Learned Discourses,' Cambridge, 1635, 410., where it is entitled 
 ' Upon the ensuing Treatises,' and signed ' Rich. Crashaw, Aul. Penb. A.B.' 
 1. 13. A and Shelford read] this booke. 1. 18. Shelford] thy altars wake. 
 1. 31. Shelford] Pure sluttishnesse. 
 
 p. 112, 1. 22. In Shelford the poem ends with the following additional ten 
 lines] 
 
 Nor shall our zealous ones still have a fling 
 
 At that most horrible and horned thing, 
 
 Forsooth the Pope : by which black name they call 
 
 The Turk, the Devil, Furies, Hell and all, 
 
 And something more. O he is Antichrist : 
 
 Doubt this, and doubt (say they) that Christ is Christ. 
 
 Why, 'tis a point of Faith. What e're it be, 
 
 I'm sure it is no point of Charitie. 
 
 In summe, no longer shall our people hope, 
 
 To be a true Protestant's, but to hate the Pope. 
 
 p. 113, 1. 12. Grosart prints] 'In tu quas.' 
 
 p. 119, 1. i. E] Fidicinis & Philomelae Bellum Musicum. 1. 20. D, E] 
 the warres. 
 
 p. 120, 1. 2. E] slick passage. 1. 6. D] evenly shear'd. 1. 32. D] 
 floods of. 1. 33. A] when in E] whence in. 
 
 p. 121, 1. 7. A] There might you. 1. 23. A] grave Noat. 
 
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 p. 122, 1. 9. E] Those pathes. 1. 16. E] thus does he D] some grace. 
 Thus doth he. 1. 25. E] rnurmure melting in mild. 1. 28. A] he dare. 
 1. 35. E] so long & loud. 1. 40. E] full mouth'd. 
 
 p. 123, 1. 7. E] chatting strings. 
 
 p. 124, 1. 17. A] decet tantus. 
 
 p. 125, 1. i. D adds] Upon JElia.. 1. 7. D] businesse there. 
 
 p. 126, 11. i, 2. Title in E] E. Virg. Georg. particula In laudem 
 veris. 1. 4. A and E] Their gentlest. 1. 19. E] his most loved blossome 
 to. 1. 36. E] but that Heav'ns. 
 
 p. 127, 1. 7. D] Send no. 1. 8. D, E] I shall. 1. 10. Title in E] 
 The Faire Ethiopian. 1. 12. A, D] in a tender. 1. 16. E] that great. 
 1. 24. D, E] her third. 1. 30. E] their glimmering. 
 
 p. 129, 1. 10. A superfluous parenthesis has been taken out after Jove. 
 1. 14. D] mens feare. 1. 22. B] Cease. 1. 23. D] Pitty him not. 1. 28. 
 A full stop has been added at the end of the line. 
 
 p. 130, 1. i. D] Out of the Greeke. No title in A. 1. 3. A full stop has 
 been added at the end of the line. 1. 8. D odds} Out of Ausonius. 1. 9. 
 D and E] sweet Cytherea. 1. 15. E] thus, let us thus be. 
 
 p. 131, Li. B] In Senerissimse Reginse patrum [partum A] hyemalem. 
 1. 35. A capital has been supplied here at the beginning of the line and 
 elsewhere in similar cases. 
 
 p. 132, 1. 13. A] hue nempe. 
 
 p. 133, 1. 10. A] Sub praeside. 1. 22. B] sacilitate, feveritas A] facili- 
 tate, severitas. 1. 28. A] mortem. 1. 32. A] nimirum. 1. 35. A] 
 Anglicana ad. 1. 36. A] ne malitia. 
 
 p. 134, 1. 3. A] ipsa nee dum... quern monstrat. 1. 4. A] totam solus. 
 1. 13. E] mox sacrum. 1. 14. E] ad aetheriis. 1. 15. E] Porrexit astris. 
 1. 16. E] charta. cseteris audies quoqj. 1. 17. Published unsigned under a 
 portrait of Bishop Andrewes facing the second edition (folio) of his sermons, 
 1631. The copy in the University Library, Cambridge, possesses the portrait 
 apparently lacking in the volume Grosart examined (see his edition, Vol. I. 
 p. 217), and gives the following variations: 1. 18. See heer a shadow from 
 that. 1.19. through this. 1. 20. of our. 1. 22. Whose rare industrious. 
 1. 28. a flaming. 1. 29. Where still she reads. 1. 20. B] duil A] dull. 
 1. 22. E] Whose rare. 
 
 p. 135, 1. i. Title in D] Upon the Death of Mr Chambers Fellow of 
 Queens Colledge in Cambridge. Title in E] In obitum desideratissimi 
 M ri Chambers, Coll : Reginal. Socii. 1. 5. E] leest joyes. 1. 6. G 
 omits] a. 1. n. E odds'] 
 
 For soe many hoped yeares 
 
 Of fruit, soe many fruitles teares. 
 1. 16. A] snacht. 1. 19. E adds] 
 
 Leaving his death ungarnished 
 
 Therefore, because hee is dead, 
 
 1.20 E] If yet at least. 1. 21. G] Thee the. 1.29. E] there are. 1.35. 
 A] rest. B] rest, 
 
 p. 136, 1. i. Title in D] Upon the Death of Mr Herris Fellow of 
 Pembrooke Hall in Cambridge. Title in E] In ejusdem prsematur. obitu. Alle- 
 goricum. 1. 10. E] gratious tree. 1.25. E] Peept out of their. 1.26. E] on 
 each. 1.32. D] in th' shade. 1.34. E] blooming joyes. 1.35. D] Lavish't the. 
 
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 p. 137, 1. 13. E] Fecere tantae terra impar. 
 
 p. 138, 1. i. Title in D] Upon the same. Title in E] An Elegie on Mr 
 Herris. 1. 17. D and E] thy Easterne. 1. 19. E] his can. 1. 20. D 
 omtts]it. 1.22. D] thou Death. 1.27. E] to lend. 1.30. E] given to 
 day. Last line. E] shower new. 
 
 p. 139, 1. 15. E] rugged storme. 1. 23. D] Spare then Death. 1. 25. 
 E] And let not. 1. 34. E adds} 
 
 Keepe him close, close in thine armes, 
 Seal'd upp with a thousand charmes. 
 
 p. 140, 1. 31. E] its spleen. 1. 35. D, E] That quotes. 
 
 p. 141, 1. i. Title in D] Another upon the same. 1. 6. E] each lease 
 
 D] every lease. 1. 13. E] Could bin found. 1. 26. E] here is dead. 
 
 p. 142, 1. i. Title in E] Epitaphium in eundem. 1. 5. D] Ere thou. 
 
 p. 143, 1. 8. E] with downy. 1. 9. E] untimely wave. 11. 15, 16. 
 Title in D] An Epitaph upon the reverend Dr Brooke. Title in E] In 
 obitum D ris Brooke. 1. 23. E] loved banck. 
 
 p. 144, 1. i. Title in E] An Invitation to faire weather. In itinere ad 
 urgeretur matutinum coelum tali carmine invitabatur serenitas. 1. 4. G] thy 
 hight's. 1. 6. G] on yond faire flockes. 1. 8. G] thy front, and then there. 
 1. 13. E] command smooth. 1. 15. E] Those tender drops that D and G] 
 thycheeke. 1.17. G] these delicious. 1. 18. E] Will rise. G] and disclose. 
 1. 19. D] To every blushing bed of new-blowne Roses. E] Two ever-blushing 
 beds of new-blowne roses. G] To every blushing bedd the new-borne Rose. 
 1. 24. E] soft and dainty. 1. 27. G] in golden. 1. 29. D] golden Mother. 
 G] to meete. 1.30. D] how shee. G] holy flight. 1.31. E] in liquid. D] 
 in liquid Night. 1. 37. E] joy is. 
 
 p. 145, 1. 4. D] Sea by Land. 1. 5. D] at her. 
 
 p. 146, 11. i, 2. Title in E] Ad Auroram Somnolentiae expiatio. 1. 4. 
 G] my Muses. 1. 9. E] call back D and G] thy eyes. 1. 15. D] which 
 still hides. 1. 18. D, E] Mine owne. 1. 21. EJ no winge. G] Since this 
 my humble. 1. 22. E] raptures [so A] start E] and bringe. 1. 27. D] His 
 starry. 1. 28. D] lift up. 1. 29. D] 
 
 To rayse mee from my lazy urne, and clime 
 Upon the stooping [A stooped]. 
 Last line. D] where Pitty. 
 
 p. 147, 1. 3. E] Bee gentle then. D] and next time hee doth rise. 1. 5. 
 
 E] radiant face. 1. 8. E] tell how true. 1. 10. G] and duty. 1. 13. G] 
 And that. 1. 17. D and G] thy altar. 1. 22. D] Why shakest thou thy 
 leaden. 1. 28. An exclamation mark has been supplied. 
 
 p. 148, 1. 15. E] man's fate. 1. 20. D omits] the. 1. 31. D] warme. 
 
 p. 150, 1. 1 7. A] tenet ille. 
 
 p. 151, 1. 27. D] those treasures. 1. 31. D] So made men, Both... friends 
 for ever. 
 
 p. 153, 1. i. Title in D] Italian. 1.4. D] have reft. 1. 16. D] Italian. 
 
 p. 155, 1. i. Printed in both A and B as Crashaw's but it is now generally 
 attributed to Dr Edward Rainbow, Bishop of Carlisle (see 'Notes and Queries,' 
 2nd Ser. iv. 286). Only the second of the two poems is given in E. Both 
 (see next page) face the title-page of Henry Isaacson's ' Saturni Ephemerides,' 
 1633, where they are entitled ' The Frontispiece explained.' 
 
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 p. 156, 1. 4. E and Isaacson] die, if (Phoenix-like). 1. 5. E and Isaacson] 
 Nature take. 1. 6. A comma takes the place of a full stop at the end of the 
 line. 
 
 p. 157, 11. i, i. Title in D] An Epitaph upon the Death of Mr Ashton 
 Citizen of London. 1. 14. D adds} 
 
 For every day his deeds put on 
 
 His Sundayes repetition. 
 1. 21. A full stop has been taken away after zeale. D] yett in zeale. 1. 25. 
 
 D] in Life hee lov'd. 1. 26. D] to lead him. 
 
 p. 158, 1. 24. B] trinmphi. 
 
 p. 159, 1. i. Title in E] Catull. Vivamus, mea Lesbia &c. 1. 5. D and 
 
 E] Blithest Sol. 1. 10. D and E] numerous kisses. 1. n. D] upon our. 
 1. 15. A and B] of another. 1. 18. D and E] our reckoning. 1. 31. A] 
 infans B] infuns. 
 
 p. 160, 1. ii. G] steps tread our. 1. 15. G] Meete her my wishes. 
 1. 20. D] gawdy fair. 1. 26. G] a bowe, blush. 1. 29. G] commend the. 
 
 p. 161, 1. 6. G] what their. 1. 15. G] Themselves in simple naked- 
 nesse. 11. 1 6 18. G] displace... outface... grace. 1.26. G] that dares. 
 
 p. i6a, 1. 10. G] Teares fond and sleight. 1. 14. D] And fond. 11. 19, 21. 
 G has this verse after the next one. 
 
 p. 163, 1. 6. D] Art and all ornament th Shame. 1. 26. D] dares apply. 
 Last line. G] but she my story. 
 
 p. 164, 1. i. Published in 'Voces Votivae ab Academicis Cantabrigiensibus 
 pro novissimo Carolo et Marise principe filio emissse, Cantabrigise : apud 
 Rogerum Daniel . MDCXL.' 1. 2. B] paturientem. 
 
 p. 165, l.i. Published in ' Voces Votivae.' 1.9. V.V.] to our. 1. 14. 
 B] to short... to long. 
 
 p. 166, 11. i 3. Title in E] A Panegyrick Upon the birth of the Duke of 
 Yorke. A and D] Upon the Duke of Yorke his Birth A Panegyricke. The 
 section-titles are not in A, D or E. 1. 10. A and D] full glorys. 1. 18. 
 A, D and E] O if. 1. 19. E] hadst need. 1. 20- D] make thee. 1. 32. 
 These last four lines are not in A, D or E. 
 
 p. 167, 1. 2. A] Great Charles. 1. n. B] owne A] one. 1. 16. A, D 
 read] in these [E those]. 1. 18. E] alablaster. 1. 19. A and D] These hands 
 ...these cherries. 1. 20. A and D] art of all. 1. 21. D] The well-wrought. 
 1. 23. A] mayest thou. 1. 24. A and D] th'ast drawn this. 1-31. D] so 
 that. 1. 33. The first six lines of this section are not in A, D or E. 
 
 p. 168, 1. 8. A and E] were the pearls. D] that wept. 1. 10. This 
 section is not in A, D or E. 
 
 p. 169, 1. 38. A and D] may the Light. 
 
 p. 170, 1. 5. A and D] that's done. 1. 24. A, D and E] their offrings. 
 
 p. 171, last line. E] Castris quippe. 
 
 p. 173, 11. 7, 8. E] Ut sunt. 
 
 p. 174, 1. i. E] malorum mala foemina. 1. 10. E] agnoscite vestros. 
 1.2i. B] Mortalcs. Last line. E] Nempe fuit. 
 
 p. 175, 1. i. Title in E] In Phoebum amantem. 
 
 p. 177, 1. 13. E] ni Dominse. 
 
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 p. 178, 1. 2. E] ignis habet. 1. 16. E] Troja libentius. These two 
 words end the previous line in E. 
 
 p. 179, 1. i. Title in E] Pigmalion. 
 
 p. 180, 1. 20. E] alter vetat ut sit. 1. 11. E] muta it. 11. 24,26. E] 
 Genethliacon vel Epicedium. 30. E] Haud parere. 
 
 p. 182, 1. 16. Title in E] Turboe rerum humanarum per errorum insidias. 
 p. 183, 1. 7. E] perfido paratu. 
 
 CARMEN DEO NOSTRO. Crashaw's designs will be found at the 
 end of these notes. The lines under one of them do not occur elsewhere in his 
 works and, as they may not be easily read as engraved, I give them here : 
 Expostulatio Jesu Christi 
 
 cum mundo ingrato. 
 
 Sum pulcher : at nemo tamen me diligit. 
 Sum nobilis : nemo est mihi qui serviat. 
 Sum dives : a me nemo quicquam postulat. 
 Et cuncta possum : nemo me tamen timet. 
 Aeternus exsto : quaeror a paucissimis. 
 Prudensque sum : sed me quis est qui consulit ? 
 Et sum via: at per me quotusquisque ambulat? 
 Sum veritas : quare mihi non creditur? 
 Sum vita : verum rarus est qui me petit. 
 Sum vera lux : videre me nemo cupit. 
 Sum misericors : nullus ficlem in me collocat. 
 Tu, si peris, non id mihi imputes, Homo : 
 Salus tibi est a me parata : hac utere. 
 p. 185, 1. 16. C] heaty. 1. 20. C] ef Paris. 
 
 p. 190, 11. 6 8. In the British Museum there is a copy of this letter 
 separately printed in 410, undated in type but bearing the written date 1653, 
 entitled 'A Letter from Mr. Crashaw to the Countess of Denbigh. Against 
 Irresolution and Delay in matters of Religion. London.' The differences are so 
 many that it seems simpler to print the 1653 version here in full. 
 WHAT Heav'n-besieged Heart is this 
 Stands Trembling at the Gate of Blisse : 
 Holds fast the Door, yet dares not venture 
 Fairly to open and to enter? 
 Whose Definition is, A Doubt 
 'Twixt Life and Death, 'twixt In and Out. 
 Ah ! linger not, lov'd Soul : A slow 
 And late Consent was a long No. 
 Who grants at last, a great while try'de, 
 And did his best to have Deny'de. 
 
 What Magick-Bolts, what mystick Barrs 
 Maintain the Will in these strange Warrs? 
 What Fatall, yet fantastick, Bands 
 Keep the free Heart from his own Hands? 
 Say, lingring Fair, why comes the Birth 
 Of your brave Soul so slowly forth? 
 Plead your Pretences, O you strong 
 In weaknesse why you chuse so long 
 In Labour of your self to ly, 
 Not daring quite to Live nor Die. 
 
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 So when the Year takes cold we see 
 
 Poor Waters their own Prisoners be : 
 
 Fetter'd and lock'd up fast they lie 
 
 In a cold self-captivity. 
 
 Th' astonish'd Nymphs their Floud's strange Fate deplore, 
 To find themselves their own severer Shoar. 
 
 Love, that lends haste to heaviest things, 
 
 In you alone hath lost his wings. 
 
 Look round and reade the World's wide face, 
 
 The field of Nature or of Grace ; 
 
 Where can you fix, to find Excuse 
 
 Or Pattern for the Pace you use? 
 
 Mark with what Faith Fruits answer Flowers, 
 
 And know the Call of Heav'n's kind showers : 
 
 Each mindfull Plant hasts to make good 
 
 The hope and promise of his Bud. 
 Seed-time's not all ; there should be Harvest too. 
 Alas ! and has the Year no Spring for you ? 
 
 Both Winds and Waters urge their way, 
 
 And murmure if they meet a stay. 
 
 Mark how the curl'd Waves work and wind, 
 
 All hating to be left behind. 
 
 Each bigge with businesse thrusts the other, 
 
 And seems to say, Make haste, my Brother. 
 
 The aiery nation of neat Doves. 
 
 That draw the Chariot of chast Loves, 
 
 Chide your delay: yea those dull things, 
 
 Whose wayes have least to doe with wings, 
 
 Make wings at least of their own Weight, 
 
 And by their Love controll their Fate. 
 
 So lumpish Steel, untaught to move, 
 
 Learn'd first his Lightnesse by his Love. 
 What e're Love's matter be, he moves 
 
 By th' even wings of his own Doves, 
 
 Lives by his own Laws, and does hold 
 
 In grossest Metalls his own Gold. 
 
 All things swear friends to Fair and Good, 
 
 Yea Suitours ; Man alone is wo'ed, 
 
 Tediously wo'ed, and hardly wone : 
 
 Only not slow to be undone. 
 
 As if the Bargain had been driven 
 
 So hardly betwixt Earth and Heaven ; 
 
 Our God would thrive too fast, and be 
 
 Too much a gainer by't, should we 
 
 Our purchas'd selves too soon bestow 
 
 On him, who has not lov'd us so. 
 
 When love of Us call'd Him to see 
 
 If wee'd vouchsafe his company, 
 
 He left his Father's Court, and came 
 
 Lightly as a Lambent Flame, 
 
 Leaping upon the Hills, to be 
 
 The Humble King of You and Me. 
 
 Nor can the cares of his whole Crown 
 
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 (When one poor Sigh sends for him down) 
 
 Detain him, but he leaves behind 
 
 The late wings of the lazy Wind, 
 
 Spurns the tame Laws of Time and Place, 
 
 And breaks through all ten Heav'ns to our embrace. 
 
 Yield to his Siege, wise Soul, and see 
 
 Your Triumph in his Victory. 
 
 Disband dull Feares, give Faith the day : 
 
 To save your Life, kill your Delay. 
 
 'Tis Cowardise that keeps this Field ; 
 
 And want of Courage not to Yield. 
 Yield then, O yield, that Love may win 
 
 The Fort at last, and let Life in. 
 
 Yield quickly, lest perhaps you prove 
 
 Death's Prey, before the Prize of Love. 
 This Fort of your Fair Self if't be not wone, 
 He is repuls'd indeed, but You'r undone. 
 
 I. 11. A parenthesis has been supplied after weaknes! 
 
 p. 191, 1. 22. C] rebell-wotd. 
 
 p. 193, 11. i 7. Title in B] On the name of Jesus. 1. 14. B reads} the 
 bright instead of you bright. 1. 24. A full stop has been taken away after 
 see. 1. 31. B] little word. 
 
 p. 194, 1. 18. B] This C]Thas. 1. 20. A full stop has been added after 
 sing. 1. 25. B] a habit fit of self-tun'd. 1. 29. A semicolon has been 
 added after you. 
 
 p. 195, 1. 8. B] Your powers. 1. 9. C] yours Lutes. 1. 28. B] aloud. 
 Last line. B] yeild. 
 
 p. 196, 1. i. B] Seraphins. 1. 2. B] Loyall breast. 1. 10. B] forth 
 from. 1. ii. A comma has been added after Light. \. 15. A full stop has 
 been taken away after Guest. 1. 28. B] All heavens. 
 
 p. 198, 1. 2. A comma has been supplied after Paradises. 1. 3. B] 
 soules tastes. 1. 18. B] bare thee. 1. 20. B] ware thee. 1.25. B] served 
 therein thy. A full stop has been added after ends. 
 
 p. 200. Title in B] An [A in A and E] Hymne of the Nativity, sung as 
 by [A and E sung by] the Shepheards. 
 
 p. 201, 11. 4 7. A and E read] 
 
 Come wee Shepheards who have scene 
 Dayes King deposed by Nights Queene. 
 Come lift we up our lofty song, 
 To wake the Sun that sleeps [E lies] too long. 
 
 II. 8 10. A and E read} 
 
 'Hee in this our generall joy, 
 Slept, and dreampt of no such thing, 
 
 While we found out the fair-ey'd Boy,' 
 
 1. 19. C] Thysis. 1. 25. A and E] thy eyes. 1. 26. The Chorus lines 
 between the stanzas are not in A or E. 1. 27. A and E] chid the world. 
 1. 31. C] eye's. 1. 32. A] frosts. 
 
 p. 202, 1. 2. A, B and E] Bright dawn. The second and third stanzas on 
 this page are not in A or E. 1. 3. E] thy eyes. A and E] the East 
 B] their East C] their Eate. 1. 5. A comma has been supplied after sight. 
 1. ii. B]ye powers. 1. 13. B] ye Powers. 1. 14. B] Thyrs C] Thyt. 
 
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 1. 17. B] is all one. 1. 18. C] morn. B] morne, 1. 20. B] Babe, &c. 
 1. n. B] Tit C] Tir. 1. 23. E] white sheets. 1. 24. A colon has been 
 supplied after bed. 1. 28. In A and E the stanza is as follows] 
 I saw th" officious Angels bring, 
 
 The downe that their soft brests did strow, 
 For well they now can spare their wings, 
 When Heaven it selfe lyes here below. 
 Faire Youth (said I) be not too rough, 
 Thy Downe though soft's not soft enough. 
 
 In line 3 of this stanza B prints wings, otherwise as in C. Last line. 
 B] said we. 
 
 p. 203. The first stanza on this page reads as follows in A and E] 
 The Babe no sooner 'gan to seeke, 
 
 Where to lay his lovely head, 
 But streight his eyes advis'd his Cheeke, 
 'Twixt Mothers Brests to goe to bed. 
 Sweet choise (said I) no way but so, 
 Not to lye cold, yet sleepe in snow. 
 
 l.i. C]Nono. B]No, no, 1.5. B] said I. 1.7. B] choice, &c. 1. 16. 
 A and E] Welcome to our wondring sight. 1. 20. A and E] glorious Birth. 
 1. 22. A, B and E] not to. C] silk. A, B] silke, 1. 24. A and E] virgins. 
 1. 26. A] breathes B] breath's C] brearhes. 1. 27. A, B and E add the 
 following stanza after this one] 
 
 Shee sings thy Teares asleepe, and dips 
 
 Her Kisses in thy weeping Eye, 
 Shee spreads the red leaves of thy Lips, 
 
 That in their Buds yet blushing lye, 
 Shee 'gainst those Mother- Diamonds tryes 
 The points of her young Eagles Eyes. 
 
 1. 28. A full stop has been taken away after fiyes. Last three lines. 
 A and E read] 
 
 But to poore Shepheards, simple things, 
 That use no varnish, no oyl'd Arts, 
 But lift clean hands full of cleare hearts. 
 
 p. 204. A and B print as two stanzas, as throughout the poem. 1. 6. 
 B] their sheep A and E] The Shepheards, while they feed their [E the] 
 sheepe. 1. n. A and E omit} Till burnt. 1. 12. A and E] Wee'l burne, 
 our owne best sacrifice. 
 
 p. 205, 11. i, 2. Title in A] An Himne [B A Hymne] for the Circum- 
 cision day of our Lord. 1. 3. A] thou first. 1. 7. A] of Laces. 1. 9. A] 
 Guild thee. 1. 12. B] bosome showes. 1. 16. A] his glorious beames. 
 1. 18. A] his eyes. 11. 20, 21. A] 
 
 Rob the rich store her Cabinets keep, 
 The pure birth of each sparkling nest. 
 1. 23. A and B] embrace. 1. 25. A] in them. 
 
 p. 206, 1. i. A] the sweet. 1. 3. A and B] The Moone. 1. 4. A] 
 And leave the long adored Sunne. 1. 5. A] Thy nobler beauty. 1. 8. A 
 and B add~\ 
 
 Nor while they leave him shall they loose the Sunne, 
 But in thy fairest eyes find two for one. 
 
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 p. 207. Title in B] A Hymne for the Epiphanie. Sung as by the three 
 Kings. 1. i. Not in B. 1. 4. (2) not in B. 1. 6. (3) not in B. 1. 15. 
 A full stop has been supplied after Eyes. 1. 25. C] east. B] East, 
 
 p. 208, 1. 4. B] halfe spheare C] half-spear. 1. n. B] (i) C] (2). 
 B] world's C] wold's. 
 
 p. 210, 1. 6. B] thy chast. 1. 17. A full stop has been taken away after 
 worn. 11. 21 3. B] gives ' But lean and tame ' as the beginning of 3's lines 
 and gives the ' Mithra ' line only to Chorus. 
 
 p. 211, 1. 13. A semicolon has been supplied after song and a full stop after 
 us in line 15. 1. 16. B] i C] (2). 1. 19. B] love-sick world C] love-sick, 
 world. 1. 26. B] deere doome. 1. 28. C] Judgment. 1. 38. B] domesticks. 
 1. 40. C] hour's. 
 
 p. 212, 1. 6. B] i C] (2). 1. 10. A full stop has been added after Light. 
 1. 24. B] the best. 1. 26. B] i. C] (2). 1. 30. B] Use to. 1. 31. C] in [it 
 B] self their rorch [torch B], 1. 33. B] the conscious. 1. 37. C] Ground. 
 1. 38. C] dscant, B] descant. 1. 39. B] with what. 1. 40. B] his strong. 
 
 p. 213, 1. 2. B] seize. 1. 3. C] ohsequious. 1. 7. A full stop has been 
 added after you. 1. 12. C] negatine. 
 
 p. 214, 1. 10. B] glorious Tire. 1. 13. B] i His Gold C] (3) His Gold. 
 
 p. 215, 1. 3. B adds] upon his dedicating to her the foregoing Hymne. 1. 5. 
 B] crownes C] cownes. C] race. B] race, 1. 9. C] face. B] face, 1. 10. B] Rosie 
 down. 1. 14. B] We wade in you (deare Queen). 1. 17. B] Royall harvest. 
 1. 21. B] whole groves. 1. 23. B] Lamb's great Sire. 
 
 p. 216. In B only the hymns for each hour are given, numbered i to 7, 
 under the general title ' Upon our B. Saviour's Passion,' followed by ' The 
 Antiphona' for Compline (see p. 229), ' The recommendation of the precedent 
 Poems' (see p. 230) 'A Prayer' 'O Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, 
 interpose,' etc. and 'Christ's victory,' divided later into 'The Antiphona' for 
 the third, sixth and ninth hours (see pp. 221, 223 and 225). 
 
 p. 217, 1. 19. B] wakefull dawning. 1. 21. C] Father' word. 1. 26. 
 
 B] betrayd and taken. 
 
 p. 218, 1. 19. B omits here and elsewhere the words 'unto all quick and 
 dead' and reads ' the Church.' 
 
 p. 219, 1. 14. B] early Morne. 1. 15. B] It could. 1. 19. B] blotts 
 those. 1. 23. C] Antiphona. 
 
 p. 220, 1. 13. C] O Lrod... living Ood. 
 
 p. 221, 1. 18. B] then C] them. 1. 24. C] rhe. 1. 25. A full stop has 
 been taken away after side. 1. 28. C] Jalyor. Last line. C] word's losse. 
 
 p. 222, last line. C] vorld. 
 
 p. 223, 1. 15. B] For the faint. 1. 18. B] The fruit. 1. 31. B] the first. 
 
 p. 224, 1. 5. A full stop has been taken away after Crosse. 
 
 p. 225, 1. 14. B] rocks C] roeks. 1. 18. B] our great sin's sacrifice. 
 1. 29. C] Deard. Last line. C] word's losse. 
 
 p. 227, 1. 13. B] could not. 
 
 p. 229, 1. 13. B] The nightening hour. 1. 15. A] heartlesse. 1. 23. 
 
 C] Heart. B] Heart, 1. 30. B] such rate. 
 
 p. 230, 11. 1113. See P- 73- 
 
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 p. 231, 11. 2 5. Not in B. 1.7. B] languishing. Last line. C] warth. 
 
 p. 232, 1. 6. B. make a throne C] Trhone. 1. 13. B] costly crueltie. 
 1. 16. B] heav'n wag'd. 11. 17, 18. B reads} 
 
 Both with one price were weighed, 
 Both with one price were paid. 
 
 The 7th stanza is not in B. 1. 31. B] live for to. 1. 32. B] which thy blessed 
 death did. 
 
 p. 233. See p. 78. 
 
 p. 234, 1. 12. A comma replaces a full stop after merchandise. 
 
 p. 235, 1. i. C] Ler. 1. 5. B] Thou. 
 
 p. 237, 1. 7. C] Nother. 1.13. B] Are more... Owne heart. 1-33- A 
 semicolon has been supplied after smart. 1. 34. C] growingt. 
 
 p. 238, 1. 1 8. C] nobest. 1. 26. B] love. 1. 30. B] something to thy. 
 1.32. B] Oh give me too. 
 
 p. 239. B omits stanzas VII and VIII. 1. 5. C] etertall. 1. 24. B] 
 Shall I in sins sets there. 1. 29. C] Is B] If not more just. 
 
 p. 240, 1. 2. B] Lend, O lend. 1. 10. B] studie thee. 1. 15. B] thy 
 deare. 11. 19, 20. B] 
 
 Let my life end in love, and lye beneath 
 Thy deare lost vitall death, 
 
 1. 22. B] in thy Lords death. 
 
 p. 241. E gives 5 stanzas only, i, 3, 4, 5, 2. 11. t 6. Title in A and 
 D] On the bleeding wounds [B body] of our crucified Lord. 1. 9. A, D 
 and E] thy hands. 1. 10. A, D and E] thy head. 1. u. A, D and E] 
 thy purple. 1. 12. This verse is 5th in A and D, the order being r, 3, 4, 5, 
 
 2, Water'd (see below) 6, 7, 8, 9. 1. 14. A and D] In Teares? 1. 16. B] 
 That streames. 1. 18. A, D and E] they cannot. 1. 20. A] they are wont. 
 D omits} ever. 1. 21. D and B] own blood. 1. 23. A and E] Thy hand. 
 1. 26. E] It dropps. 
 
 p. 242, 1. 5. A prints stanza 2 here and follows with] 
 Water'd by the showres they bring, 
 
 The thornes that thy blest browes encloses 
 (A cruell and a costly spring) 
 
 Conceive proud hopes of proving Roses. 
 1. 7. A and D] Not a haire but. 1. 18. A and D] Threatning all to overflow. 
 
 p. 243. See p. 83. 1. 7. A full stop has been taken away after yet. 
 1. 12. C] Thrones. 
 
 p. 244. See p. 85. 11. i 6. Title in A] On our crucified Lord Naked, 
 and bloody. 1. n. A] could be found Garments. 1. 12. A] but these. 
 
 pp. 245 and 246, 11. i, 2. Title in B] A Hymne to Our Saviour by 
 the Faithfull Receiver of the Sacrament. 1. 3. the Power. 1. 6. A full 
 stop has been added after me. 
 
 p. 247, 1. i. B] Help, Lord, my Faith, my Hope increase. 11. 5, 6. 
 B omits these lines. 
 
 p. 248, 11. i 5. Title in B] A Hymne on the B. Sacrament. 1. 9. The 
 last two words are omitted in the 1652 copy used. I have supplied them from 
 B. 1. 10. B] Heav'n, and Hands. 1. 12. B] Ambitions. 1. 14. C] Liee. 
 1. 28. B] Law of a new Law. 
 
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 p. 249, 1. 1 8. B] Names not things. 1. 21. B] on Christ. 1. 24. B] 
 Nor wound. 
 
 p. 250, 1. 14. C] Sacrieice. 1. 26. B] meane soules. 
 
 p. 251, 11. i 7. Title in B] A Hymne in meditation of the day of judge- 
 ment. 1. 10. C] rnn. 
 
 p. 252, 1. 4. B] the Judge. 1. 28. A colon has been supplied after me. 
 
 p. 254, 11. 13. Title in B] The Virgin Mother. 1. 5. B] below the. 
 1. 13. C] on the. 1. 24. B] spring. 1. 29. C] their morher B] your 
 mother. 
 
 p. 255, 1. 4. B adds] The door was shut, yet let in day. 
 
 p. 256, 11. i 7. Title in B] On the assumption. E adds] of the Virgin 
 Marie. 1. 10. A and F] heavenly Light. 1. 14. A, E and F] Shee's call'd 
 againe, harke how th' immortall Dove. 1. 16. E] fair, and. 1. 19. A and 
 F] No sweets since thou [E save you] art wanting here. 1. 23. A and F 
 on a fresh line] Come away, come away. The 16 lines that follow are not in A, 
 E or F. 1. 28. B] Except as. 
 
 p. 257, 1. i. B] Tree, C] three. 1.2. B] leavy. 1. 12. B] so great. 
 1. 13. A, E and F] thy great. 1. 17. A, B, E and F add} 
 
 And though thy dearest looks must now be [E give] light 
 [F now take its flight] 
 
 To none but the blest heavens, whose bright 
 
 Beholders lost in sweet delight ; 
 
 Feed for ever their faire sight 
 
 With those divinest eyes, which wee 
 
 And our darke world no more shall see. 
 
 Though, our poore joyes [E and F eyes] are parted so, 
 
 Yet shall our lips never let goe 
 
 Thy gracious name, but to [F for] the last, 
 
 Our Loving song shall hold it fast. 
 
 1. 1 8. A, E and F] sacred Name. A full stop has been taken away after be. 
 1. 20. A and F] holy cares. 1. 27. A and F] our sweetness. 1. 28. A and 
 F] they may. 1.31. E] mother to. 1.32. A and F] Live rarest Princesse, 
 and. \. 33. A and F] of an incomparable. 1. 37. E] humble bragg. 1. 38. 
 C] ctown. E] Praise of women, Pride of men. 1. 40. C] brest. 
 
 pp. 258 9. Title in A, B and D] The Weeper. A omits, B gives, the 
 couplet on p. 258 under the title. 
 
 p. 259. The order of verses in A is i, 2, 3, 4, 5, 12, 8, Not the soft Gold 
 (see below), 7, 6, Sadnesse all the while (see below), 9, ro, 13, 14, Thus dost 
 thou melt the year (see note to p. 264, 11. 2 4), Time as by thee (see below), 
 24, 23, 26, 28, 29, 30. The order in D is as in A save that ' Not the soft 
 Gold, and 7 are transposed. The order in E is thus : i, 2, 3, 4, 5, 12, 8, 
 Not the soft Gold, 7, 6, Sadnesse all the while, 9, 10, 13, 14, 26, Thus dost 
 thou melt (see note to p. 264, 11. 2 4), Time as by thee, 24, 23, Say watry 
 brothers (see note to p. 264), 29, 30. 
 
 The following are the three verses referred to above ; they do not form part 
 of the later text. 
 
 Not the soft Gold which 
 Steales from the Amber-weeping Tree, 
 
 Makes sorrow halfe so Rich, 
 As the drops distil'd from thee.
 
 APPENDIX 
 
 Sorrowes best Jewels lye in these 
 
 Caskets, of which Heaven keeps the Keyes. 
 
 Sadnesse all the while 
 Shee sits in such a Throne as this, 
 
 Can doe nought but smile, 
 Nor beleeves shee sadnesse is 
 Gladnesse it selfe would bee more glad 
 To bee made so sweetly sad. 
 
 Time as by thee he passes, 
 Makes thy ever-watry eyes 
 
 His Hower-Glasses. 
 By them his steps he rectifies. 
 The sands he us'd no longer please, 
 For his owne sands hee'l use thy seas [E thy teares]. 
 
 1. 5. A, B and D] silver-forded. 1. 19. A, D and E] they are indeed. 1. 27. 
 A] rivers meet. 1. 28. A, D and E] Thine Crawles. 11. 29, 30. A, D 
 and E] 
 
 Heaven, of such faire floods as this [E these], 
 
 Heaven the Christall Ocean is. 
 
 p. 260, 1. 4. A, D and E] soft influence. 1. 21. A, D and E] Her richest 
 1. 24. E] pale cheeks. 1. 27. A, D and E] it tremble heere. A comma as 
 in B has taken the place of the full stop in C. 1. 28. A, D and E] to be 
 thy Teare. 1. 35. E] and more sweet. 
 
 p. 261, 1. 3. A] the case. 1. 5. B] they are ; C] they, are. 1. 7. A, 
 D and E] May Balsame. 1. 19. A, D and E] with their bottles. 1. 20. 
 B and E] And draw D] from those. 1. 25. A, D and E] Might hee flow 
 from thee. 1. 26. A and D] would he. 1. 27. A, D and E] Richer farre 
 does he esteem. 1. 32. E] thy eyes. 1. 34. A, D and E] softer showres. 
 1. 35. A, D and E] returned fairer flowers. 
 
 p. 262, 1. 2. C] ckeeks. 1. 4. A full stop has been taken away after 
 doves. 1. 5. B] washt. C] vvasht, 1. 8. Not numbered in C. 1. 9. A 
 full stop has been taken away after woes. 1. 10. B] and tears, and smiles. 
 1. 17. B] balsome fires. ..fill thee? 1. 18. B] Cause great. 1. 24. B] this 
 vine. 1. 25. B] that wounded. 1. 26. B] those wounded. 
 
 p. 263, 1. 3. B] large expences. 1. 5. B] the wrath. 1. 22. A, D and 
 E] the Night arise? 1. 23. A, D and E] thy teares doe. 1. 24. A, D and 
 E] Does night loose her eyes? 1. 31. A, D and E] Thy teares just cadence 
 still keeps time. 1. 32. A] Prayer B and E] praier C] paire. 
 
 p. 264, 11. 24. A, D and E] 
 
 Thus dost thou melt the yeare 
 Into a weeping motion, 
 
 Each minute waiteth heere ; 
 
 1. 4. C] waits. B] waits, 1. 10. A and E] Will thy. 1. 13. A, D and E] 
 by Dayes, by Monthes, by Yeares. A full stop lias been taken away after 
 yeares. 1. 18. B] fire. 1. 23. B] ye bright. The version in A, D and E 
 is thus] 
 
 Say watry Brothers 
 Yee simpering sons of those faire eyes, 
 
 Your fertile [D and E fruitfull] Mothers. 
 What hath our world that can entice 
 
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 APPENDIX 
 
 You to be borne? what is't can borrow 
 You from her eyes swolne wombes of sorrow. 
 
 1. 31. A, D and E] O whither? for the sluttish Earth. 1. 33. A, B, D and 
 E] your Birth. 1. 34. A, D and E omit] Sweet. 
 
 p. 265, 1. 3. E] The darling. 1. 6. A, D and E read] 
 No such thing ; we goe to meet 
 A worthier [D and E worthy] object, Our Lord's [E Lord Jesus] feet. 
 
 pp. 266 and 267, 11. i, 2. Title in A and B] In memory of the Vertuous 
 and Learned Lady Madre de Teresa that sought an Early Martyrdome. 
 
 p. 267, 1. 4. C] word. B] word, 1. 5. A] Wee need to goe to. 1. 6. 
 A] stout and tall. 1. 7. A] Ripe and full, growne, that. 1. 10. A] unto 
 the. 1. 12. A] whose large breasts built a. 1. 13. A] For love their Lord, 
 glorious and great. 1. 14. A] Weell see. 1. 15. A] And make his. 1. 16. 
 A full stop has been added after child. 1. 17. A] had B] hath C] has 
 AJ a name. 1. 27. A] had B] hath C] has. 1. 33. A] wee straight 
 C] you staight. 
 
 p. 268, 1. 3. A] thirst... dare. 1.6. AandB] Her weake C] Her what. 
 1. 8. A] kisses C] hisles. 1. 10. C] Maryrdom B] for a. 1. u. A] for 
 her. 1. 13. B] and try. 1. 14. A] Shee offers. 1. 26. A and B add] 
 Farewell what ever deare may bee. 1. 27. A full stop has been added after 
 knee and after martyrdom 6 lines below. 1. 37. B] soft cabinet. 1. 39. 
 A full stop has been added after so. 
 
 p. 269, 1. 2. A] Loves hand. 1. 15. A] be spent B] be sent. 1. 17. 
 A comma replaces a full stop after Thee. 1. 18. A] and the first borne. 
 1. 29. A] he still may dy. 1. 32. B] thine embraces. 1. 34. Printed 
 thus in A] 
 
 Balsome, to heale themselves with 
 
 thus 
 
 When these etc. 
 
 In B and C 'thus' follows 'with' in the same line, without any break in C, 
 after a full stop and with a capital T in B. 
 
 p. 270, 1. 7. A and B] as thou shalt first. 1. 13. A] on thee. 1. 14. 
 A] when she shall C] Lief. 1. 15. A] her hand. 1. 18. A] joy. 1. 31. 
 A and B add] All thy sorrows here shall shine. 1. 32. A and B] And thy. 
 1. 35. A] deaths B] Deat'hs. 1. 36. A] soule, which late they. 
 
 p. 271, 1. 12. A]thyspowse. 1. 19. A and B] keeps. 
 
 p. 272, 11. 2 and 4. A full stop has been taken away after Apologie. C prints 
 Hymen. 11. i 7. Title in A is 'An Apologie for the precedent Hymne.' 
 The title in B is the same, but in B the ' precedent hymne ' is ' The Flaming 
 Heart' (see p. 274). 1. 9. A] Faire sea. 1. 16. A] heavenly maxim. 
 1. 19. A] there lye. 1. 23. A] one blood. 1. 25. C] aud. 1. 27. A] it 
 dwell in Spaine. 
 
 p. 273, 1. 3. B] a wondring. 1. 4. A] Who finds A and B add 
 ' hatch'd ' after 'Heart.' 1. 7. A and B] are enow. 1. 12. A omits] too 
 B prints] to. 1. 18. A full stop has been added after alone. 1. 19. 
 A] youths Life. 1. 23. A and B] in one. 
 
 p. 274, 1. 4. B omits] the seraphicall saint. 1. 8. C] biside. 1. u. B] 
 so much. 1.19. B] And Him for Her. 1.26. B] happier. A full stop has 
 been added after see. 
 
 p. 275, 1. 2. A full stop has been added after Her. 1. 5. B] to paint. 
 
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 I. 10. B] form'd Seraphicall. 1. n. B] But e're...wore faire. 1. 13. B] 
 cheekes. 1. 28. B] shafts. 1. 38. B] who kindly takes the shame. 
 
 p. 276, 1. 4. C] suffting. 1. 13. C] part. B] part, 1. 14. A full stop 
 has been supplied after heart and after Flame 4 lines below. 1. 15. C] lov'es. 
 
 II. 25 to end are not in B. 1. 33. C] undanted. 1. 38. C] thrists. 
 
 p. 277, 1. 4. A parenthesis has been added at the end of the line. 1. 9. 
 Title in B] A Song of divine Love. The second part is more distinctly divi- 
 ded from the first, than in C. 1. 10. C] geace. 1. 23. B] longing strife. 
 
 p. 278, 11. 15. Title in A] On a prayer-booke sent to Mrs M. R. Title 
 in B as in C but omits Prayer 1. i and little 1. 3. 1. 6. A and F] but large. 
 11. 7 15. For these lines A and F read} 
 
 (Feare it not, sweet, 
 
 It is no hipocrit) 
 
 Much larger in it selfe then in its looke. 
 
 1. 1 6. A and F] rich handfull. 1. 17. A and F] royall Hoasts. 1. 19. A 
 and F] A thousand. 1. 21. C] il self. 1. 22. A, B and F] your white. 
 1.24. A and B] the ghostly... your part F] your ghostly... your part. 1.25. 
 A, B and F] your chast. 1. 26. A and F] the Armory. 1. 29. A] hand. 
 1. 31. B] The sinne. 
 
 p. 279, 1. i. F] That holds. 1. 5. A, B and F] your heart. 1. 6. B] its 
 part. 1. 13. A] And bring her [B its, F his] bosome full of blessings. 1. 19. 
 A and F] comes. 1. 20. A and F] wandring heart. 1. 24. A] pleasures. 
 1. 26. A and F] dance in the B] ith'. 1. 28. A and B] Spheare. 1. 34. A, 
 B and F] And stepping. 1. 35. A and B] the sacred. 1. 38. A] These 
 tumultuous. 
 
 p. 280, 1. 6. A colon has been added after desire. 1. 13. A] An hundred 
 thousand loves and graces. F] A hundred loves and graces. 1. 18. F] That 
 dull mortallists. 1. 19. A and F] this hidden store. 1. 30. A and F] Deare 
 silver breasted dove. 1. 33. F] With mingled vows. 1. 35. F] With her 
 immortal. 1. 36. A and F] Happy soule who. 
 
 p. 281, 1. 3. A and F] O let that [F the] happy soule hold fast. 1. 13. 
 A and F] Happy soule. 1. 16. A and F] a God. 
 
 p. 282, 1. 9. B] may C] my. 
 p. 283, 1. 6. B] most pretious. 
 
 p. 284, 11. i 3. A full stop after ' complaint ' has been removed to after 
 ' Alexias.' 1. 6. B omits} sanite. 1. 8. B] loud Praise. 1. 16. B] Would 
 see. 1. 24. B] leads the way. 1. 30. B] change its. 
 
 p. 285, 1. i. B] when lovers. A full stop has been taken away after 
 graves. 
 
 p. 286, 1. 4. A full stop has been added after me. 1. 12. B] the beauteous 
 Skies. 1. 22. B] old Times. 
 
 p. 287, 1. 7. C] cost. 1. 9. B] with sawcy. 1. 15. C] Aleyis. 1. 19. 
 B] O tell. 1. 21. C] tell. B] tell, 1.31. B] The Blessed Virgin. 1.35. 
 A colon has been inserted after approach. 
 
 p. 288, 1. 7. B] No facing Gorgon. 1. 17. B] How sweet's. 1. 20. B] 
 thousands. 
 
 p. 289, 1. i. A full stop has been taken away after Description. B omits 
 11-4 6 of Title. 1.9. B] pavements weeping. 1. 10. B] costly. 1. 12. 
 
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 APPENDIX 
 
 C] frishing B] frisking. 1.22. B] slumbers ; C] slumbers? 1.23. C] And 
 sing, &, & sigh. 1. 24. B] round Spheare. 1. 25. B] 
 
 Hands full of hearty labours ; Paines that pay 
 And prize themselves; doe much, that more they may; 
 I. 28. C] dayly-ding. 
 
 p. 290, 1. 7. B] ly close, and keep. 
 
 p. 291, 11. 4 6. Title in A and D continues thus] ' Husband and Wife, 
 which died, and were buried together. Title in E] Epitaphium conjugum 
 una mortuor. et sepultor. Title in G] A man and his wife who dyed to- 
 gether, and were so buried. 1. 8. A] the second. 1. n. A] not sever man 
 and Wife [C Wiee]. 1. 12. A, D and G] Because... Liv'd. 1. 16. A, D, E 
 and G] knot that love. 11. 17 20. A, D, E and G omit] And though... no 
 harm. 1. 23. A, B, D, E and G] And the. G] morning dawn. 1. 25. A, 
 E and G] And they \vaken with that Light [B wake into that]. 1. 26. A, D, 
 E and G] never sleepe in. 
 
 p. 292, 11. i 5. Title in A] Upon Mr Staninough's Death. Title in B] 
 At the Funerall of a young Gentleman. Title in D] Upon the Death of Mr 
 Stanninough, Fellow of Queens Colledge in Cambridge. 1. 13. A, B and D] 
 ye soft. 1. 18. A] thy Idaea. 1.19. A and D] thy bulke. 1. 21. A and 
 
 D] thy small. 1.22. C] norrow. 1.25. C] neigbourhood. In A and D the 
 line ends thus : ' nothing ! here put on ' and the next line is : 'Thyselfe in this 
 unfeigned reflection'; omitting ' Proud. ..eyeliddes.' 1. 29. A and D] (Through 
 all your painting) showes you your own face. 1. 31. A and D]To the proud 
 hopes. A full stop has been added after Mortality. 1. 32. A and D] this 
 selfe-prison'd eye. 
 
 p. 293. The poem appeared in the English translation of Leonard Lessius's 
 Hygiasticon, see 3rd edn., published at Cambridge in 1636. The first 12 lines 
 of the poem are not there given. 11. i 6. Title in A and B] In praise of 
 Lessius his rule of health. D] Upon Lessius. E] Upon Lessius, his Hygeias- 
 ticon. 1. 7. A, B, D and E omit] and. 1. 9. A, D and E] cruell strife. 
 1. 15. A, D and E] at length. 1. 16. A, D and E add\ 
 
 Goe poore man thinke what shall bee 
 Remedie against [E 'gainst] thy remedie. 
 
 1. 19. A, D and Lessius] wouldst thou. E ends at 'Reader.' 1. 21. A, D 
 and Lessius] Wouldst see. 1. 22. A and B] His own Physick. 1. 27. 
 C] oppest. 1. 29. Lessius] Whose soul's. 
 
 p. 294, 1. 5. C] way. B] way, 1. 6. A and D] Heavn hath a. 1. 7. A] 
 Would'st thou see. 1. 10. A, B, D and Lessius] A set. 1.13. A and Lessius] 
 All a nest of roses D] see a bed of roses grow. 1. 14. D] In a nest of. C] nf 
 renerend. 1. 16. C] Sring. 1. 22. Lessius] His soul. 1. 24. D] A sigh, 
 a kisse. The last 8 lines of the poem are not in A. 
 
 p. 295, 1. i. Title in A and B] On Hope, By way of Question and Answer, 
 betweene A. Cowley, and R. Crashaw. In both editions this and the answer 
 on pp. 297 and 8 form one poem, ten lines of Cowley being followed by ten 
 of Crashaw, till both are ended, beginning with ten of Cowley and ending with 
 twenty of Crashaw. 1. 3. A and B] succeed, and. 1. 4. A and B] ill, and. 
 1.8. A] The Fates have B] The Fates of. 1. 10. A and B] ends. 1. 11. B] at 
 all. 1. 17. Full stops have been added after bed and Thee two lines below. 
 1. 19. A and B] So mighty. 1. 21. A and B] its spirits. 1. 25. A semi- 
 colon has been added after are. 1. 26. A and B] Thine empty cloud the eye, 
 
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 APPENDIX 
 
 it selfe deceives. 1. 31. A and B] not North. 1. 34. C] repentance. A and 
 B] shield of fond. Last line. A and B] Chymicks. 
 
 p. 296, 1. 2. A and B] strange witchcraft. 
 
 p. 297, 1. i. A full stop has been taken away after Crashaws. 1. 5. A 
 and B] of things. 11. 8, 9. A, B and G read thus] 
 
 Faire cloud of fire, both shade, and light, 
 Our life in death, our day in night. 
 
 1. 12. A, B and G] thinne dilemma. 1. 13. A, B and G] like the sick 
 Moone at the. A full stop has been added at the end of this line and the 
 twelfth below. 1. 14. A, B and G] Thou art Loves. 1. 15. A, B and G] 
 Of Faith : the steward of our growing stocke. 1. 16. A, B and G] Crown- 
 lands lye above. 1. 20. C] ckeek. 1. 21. A, B and G] Thou thus steal'st 
 downe. 1. 22. A, B and G] Chaste kisse wrongs no. 1. 26. A, B and G] 
 The generous. 1. 27. A, B and G] Nor need wee kill. 1. 28. A, B and G 
 omit] growing. Last line. A and B] subtile essence. 
 
 p. 298, 1. i. A, B and G] law warres. 1. 2. A, B and G omit} walks ; &. 
 1. 3. A, B and G] where our winds. A comma has been added after stirr. 
 1. 4. A, B and G] And Fate's whole. A and B add} 
 Her shafts, and shee fly farre above, 
 And forrage in the fields of light, and love. 
 
 1. 6. A and B] where, or what. 1. 10. C] antitode. 1. u. A, B and G] 
 Temper'd 'twixt cold despaire. 1. 15. A, B and G] And loves. G] fierce and 
 fruitlesse. 1. 16. G omits} all. 1. 17. A and B] Huntresse. 1. 18. 
 A and B] field. 
 
 EPIGRAMMATA SACRA, 2nd Edn., 1670. Only those poems not 
 in the ist edition are here printed. I do not know what authority there may 
 be for these additions, so long after Crawshaw's death, but they are probably 
 genuine as two are in the Sancroft MS. (Improba turba tace and O ut ego, 
 pp. 304 and 305). As the first of these differs somewhat from the Sancroft 
 copy I have given the MS. form in its place on p. 318 (Tu mala turba tace). 
 
 p. 303, 1. 2. o-eds in text. 1. 14. "Hi; in text. 
 
 p. 305, 1. 4. E] ego ut. 1. 8. E] error abegit. 1. 12. E] Ex his quos. 
 1. 13. E] Ex me. 
 
 P- 339> ! J 8- Mr F. G. Plaistowe, M.A., Librarian of Queens' College, 
 who has very kindly allowed me to refer to him in a few cases of difficulty in 
 the reading of Abp Sancroft's transcript, suggests that 6.vaiKr)i> in the MS. is 
 an error for dvdyicriv. 
 
 P- 345> ! J 3- E] forbid the. 
 
 p. 346. D gives the following variations in this poem. 1. i. Out of 
 Petronius. 1. 8. And dayntyest drake. The two following lines ' Though 
 ...new' are not in D. 1. 13. pretious Scarus. 1. 17. The Barbill too is 
 now. 1. 18. And cloying. 
 
 p. 349, 1. 6. E] from of. 
 
 p. 351, 1. 9- A full stop has been supplied after villanie. 
 
 p. 356, 1. n. E] From of. 1. 16. E] throwes of. 
 
 p. 359, 1. 6. E] smile, for Chloe that. 
 
 p. 364, 11. 20 and 24. A colon has been supplied at the end of each line 
 and also at the end of 1. 19, p. 366. 
 
 386
 
 INDEX OF TITLES 
 
 Abscessum Christi queruntur disci- 
 
 puli 312 
 Absent! Centurionis filio Dominus 
 
 absens medetur 37 
 Act. 10. 39 313 
 Act. 12. 23 310 
 Acts 28. 3 308 
 
 Ad Bethesdae piscinam positus 13 
 Ad Christum, de aqua in vinum 
 
 versa 53 
 
 Ad D. Lucam medicum (Latin) 49 
 Ad D. Lucam medicum (Greek) 302 
 Ad hospites coenae miraculosae quin- 
 
 que panum 46 
 Ad Infantes Martyres 23 
 Ad Judaeos mactatores Stephani 22, 
 
 35 
 
 Adoro Te 246 
 
 Ad Principem nondum natum 159 
 
 Ad Reginam 124 
 
 Ad Reginam, Et sibi Academiae 
 
 parturientem 164 
 Ad S. Andraem piscatorem 20 
 Ad verbum Dei sanatur caecus 24 
 ^Edificatis sepulchra Prophetarum 48 
 ^iger implorat umbram D. Petri 
 
 27 
 
 ^Enaeas Patris sui bajulus 178 
 Ethiopian, On the baptized 73 
 ^Ethiops lotus 15 
 Afraid, why are ye, O ye of little 
 
 faith? 76 
 Agnus Dei, qui tollit peccata mundi 
 
 314 
 
 Alexias. The complaint of the For- 
 saken Wife of Sainte Alexis 284 
 Aliqui vero dubitabant 41 
 And he answered them nothing 78 
 Andrews Picture before his Sermons 
 
 Upon Bishop 134 
 Annunciant ritus, quos non licet 
 
 nobis suscipere, cum simus Roman! 
 
 54 
 
 Apocal. xu. 7 312 
 Apologie, An 272 
 Apricockes sent to Cowley by Sir 
 
 Crashaw, Upon two greene 175 
 Aquae in vinum versae 37 
 Arbor Christi jussu arescens 30 
 Arion 1 80 
 Ashton Mr, a conformable Citizen, 
 
 An Epitaph upon 157 
 Asse that bore our Saviour, Upon 
 
 the 77 
 Assumption of Our Blessed Lady, In 
 
 the glorious 256 
 A telonio Matthaeus j 8 
 Attulerunt ei omnes male affectos, 
 
 daemoniacos, lunaticos & sanavit 
 
 eos 51 
 
 Baptismus non tollit futura peccata 
 
 "5 
 
 Beatae Virgini credent! 33 
 Beatae Virgini. De salutatione An- 
 gelica 56 
 
 Beat! oculi qui vident 32 
 Beatus venter & ubera, &c. 39 
 B. Lord, upon the choise of His 
 
 Sepulcher, To Our 233 
 B. Virgins bashfullnesse, On the 76 
 Blind cured by the word of our 
 
 Saviour, The 78 
 Body of our Bl. Lord, Naked and 
 
 Bloody, Upon the 244 
 Bonum est nobis esse hie 310 
 Bonum intrare in coelos cum uno 
 
 oculo, &c. 19 
 
 Brooke, Doctor, An Epitaph upon 143 
 Brook, Ornatissimo viro Praeceptori 
 
 suo colendissimo, Magistro 8 
 Bulla 171 
 
 B B 2 
 
 387
 
 INDEX OF TITLES 
 
 Caeci receptis oculis Christum sequun- 
 
 tur 306 
 
 Caecus implorat Christum 304 
 Caecus natus 50 
 
 Caesar, Give to... And to God... 82 
 Catullus, Out of 159 
 Charitas Nimia, or the Dear Bargain 
 
 234 
 
 Charity, On a treatise of 1 1 1 
 Christus absenti medetur 49 
 Christus accusatus nihil respondit 23 
 Christus a daemone vectus 311 
 Christus ad Thomam 14 
 Christus ambulabat in porticu Solo- 
 
 monis, & hyems erat 55 
 Christus circumcisus ad Patrem 36 
 Christus in ^Egypto 47 
 Christus infans Patri sistitur in templo 
 
 53 
 
 Christus in tempestate 53 
 
 Christus mulieri Canaaneae diffici- 
 
 lior 39 
 Christus Vitis ad Vinitorem Patrem 
 
 28 
 Coepit lacrymis rigare pedes ejus, & 
 
 capillis extergebat 38 
 Congestis omnibus peregre profectus 
 
 est 1 6 
 Constituerunt ut si quis confiteretur 
 
 eum esse Christum, synagoga move- 
 
 retur 45 
 Councel concerning her choise, To the 
 
 same Party 282 
 Crashawe, The Anagramme He was 
 
 Car 187 
 Crowne of thornes taken downe from 
 
 the head of our B. Lord bloody, 
 
 Upon the 83, 243 
 Crucifix, Upon the Bleeding 241 
 Cum horum aliqua dedicaram...R. 
 
 Brooke 325 
 Cum tot signa edidisset, non crede- 
 
 bant 315 
 Cum tot signa edidisset, non crede- 
 
 bant in eum 20 
 
 Cupid's Cryer. Out of the Greeke 128 
 Damno affici saepe fit lucrum 182 
 Darknesse rather than light, But men 
 
 loved 83 
 Date Caesari 34 
 Death's Lecture and the Funeral of a 
 
 young Gentleman, 292 
 De Christi contra munclum pugna 46 
 
 3 88 
 
 Dederunt nummos militibus 56 
 Deferebantur a corpore ejus sudaria, 
 
 &c. 28 
 Denbigh, To the Noblest & best of 
 
 Ladyes, the Countesse of 190 
 Deus nobiscum 36 
 Deus, post expulsum Daemonem mu- 
 
 tum, maledicis Judaeis os obturat 55 
 Deus sub utero virginis 22 
 De voto filiorum Zebedaei 46 
 Dicebant, Vere hie est propheta 55 
 Dives asking a drop 82 
 Dives implorat guttam 29 
 Divine Epigrams 73 
 D. Joannes in exilio 22 
 Domine, non solum pedes, sed & 
 
 caput &c. 315 
 Dominus apud suos vilis 13 
 Dominus asino vehitur 35 
 Dominus flens ad Judaeos 31 
 Domitiano. De S. Johanne ad por- 
 
 tam Lat. 321 
 D. Paulum, verbo sanantem claudum, 
 
 pro Mercurio Lystres adorant 44 
 Dumb Devill cast out, and the slan- 
 derous Jewes put to silence, Upon 
 
 the 80 
 Dumb healed, the, and the people en- 
 
 joyned silence 74 
 
 Easter Day, Upon 89 
 
 Ecce locus ubi jacuit Dominus (Latin) 
 
 26 
 Ecce locus ubi jacuit Dominus (Greek) 
 
 301 
 
 Ecce quaerebamus te, &c. 37 
 Ego sum ostium 313 
 Ego sum via. Ad Judaeos spretores 
 
 Christi 59 
 
 Ego sum vox, &c. 21 
 Ego vici mundum 43 
 Ego vitis vera 312 
 Efr rbv rov Sre^dcou S"t(j>avot> 321 
 Elegia 181 
 Epigramme, An, upon the pictures... 
 
 189 
 Epiphanie of Our Lord God, In the 
 
 glorious 207 
 Epitaphium 181 
 Epitaphium in Dominum Herrisium 
 
 132 
 Epitaph upon a young married couple 
 
 dead and buryed together, An 291
 
 INDEX OF TITLES 
 
 Et accedentes discipuli excitaverunt 
 
 eum 316 
 
 Et conspuebant ilium 317 
 Et ridebant ilium 50 
 Ethiopian sent to a Gentlewoman, 
 
 Upon the faire 145 
 Euphormione, Ex 359 
 Expostulatio Jesu Christi cum mundo 
 
 ingrato 375 
 
 Fides quae sola justificat, non est 
 sine Spe & Dilectione 113 
 
 Filius e feretro matri redditur 32 
 
 Flaming Heart upon the Book and 
 Picture of the seraphicall saint 
 Teresa, The 274 
 
 Ford's two Tragedies, Loves Sacri- 
 fice, and The Broken Heart, Upon 
 
 J 43 
 
 Foule Morning, being then to take 
 a journey, On a 144 
 
 Gentleman, Upon the Death of a 135 
 Gnatt burnt in a candle, Upon a 
 
 345 
 
 Graeci disputatores Divo Paulo mor- 
 tem machinantur 46 
 
 Grotius his Tragedy of Christes suffer- 
 ings, Out of 365 
 
 Gunpowder-Treason, Upon the 349, 
 35 f > 353 
 
 Heath, Honoratiss D. Rob.,summo 
 Justit. de com. Banco. Gratulatio 
 33.6 
 
 Helidorus, The beginning of 127 
 Herbert's booke intituled the Temple, 
 
 etc., On Mr George no 
 Herodi D. Jacobum obtruncanti 305 
 Herrys Mr, Upon the Death of 136 
 
 Upon the death of the most 
 desired 138 
 
 Another 140 
 
 His Epitaph 142 
 
 Hie lapis fiat panis (Latin) 54 
 Hie lapis fiat panis (Greek) 303 
 Hope 295 
 
 Hope, M. Crashaw's answer for 297 
 Horatius. Ille et nefasto, &c. 347 
 Humanae vitae descriptio 182 
 Hydropicus sanatur 19 
 Hydropicus sanatus, Christum jam 
 sitiens 49 
 
 Hymn of the Church, in Meditation 
 of the Day of Judgment, The 251 
 
 Hymnus Veneri. dum in illius tutelam 
 transeunt virgines 326 
 
 I am not worthy that thou should'st 
 
 come under my roofe 77 
 I am readie not onely to be bound, 
 
 but to die 84 
 I am the doore 78 
 Ille et nefasto... Horatii Ode (In 
 
 Greek) 339 
 In amorem divinum (Hermannus 
 
 Hugo) 344 
 In Apollinem depereuntem Daphnen 
 
 177 
 
 In aquam baptismi Dominici 30 
 In ascensionem Dominicam 43 
 In Asinum Christi vectorem 13 
 In Atheniensem merum 312 
 In Baptistam Vocem 314 
 In beatae Virginis verecundiam 25, 
 
 310 
 In caecos Christum confitentes, Phari- 
 
 saeos abnegantes 47 
 In caeterorum Opemm difficili Par- 
 
 turitione Gemitus 109 
 In Christum Vitem 39 
 In cicatrices Domini adhuc superstites 
 
 58 
 
 In cicatrices Domini Jesu 344 
 In cicatrices quas Christus habet in 
 
 se adhuc superstites 27 
 In coetum coelestem omnium Sanc- 
 torum 49 
 
 In Cygnaeam D' Jesu cantionem 317 
 In descensum Spiritus sancti (Latin) 43 
 In descensum Spiritus sancti (Greek) 
 
 302 
 In die Ascensionis Dominicae (Latin) 
 
 64 
 In die Ascensionis Dominicae (Greek) 
 
 33 
 
 In die Conjurationis sulphureae 21 
 Indignatur Caiphas Christo se confi- 
 
 tenti 20 
 In D. Joannem, quern Domitianus 
 
 ferventi oleo (illaesum) indidit 51 
 In descensum Spiritus Sancti 313 
 In die Passionis Dominicae 57 
 In die Resurrectionis Dominicae. 
 
 Venit ad sepulchrum Magdalena 
 
 ferens aromata 57 
 
 389
 
 INDEX OF TITLES 
 
 In D. Paulum illuminatum simul & 
 
 excaecatum 59 
 In D. Petrum ab Angelo solutum 
 
 T ^ 
 
 In Draconem praecipitem 33 
 
 In Epiphaniam Domini 36 
 
 In Eundem Scazon 137 
 
 In faciem Augustiss. Regis a mor- 
 
 billis integram 154 
 Infant Martyrs, to the 75, 81 
 In febricitantem & hydropicum sana- 
 
 tos 3t7 
 
 In fores Divo Petro sponte apertas 45 
 In gregem Christi Pastoris 40 
 In Herodem o-KuXyicbppUTOV 16 
 In Judaeos Christum praecipitare co- 
 
 nantes 33 
 
 In lacrymantem Dominum 47 
 In lacrymas Christi patientis 309 
 In lacrymas Lazari spretas a Divite 20 
 In lactentes Martyres 36 
 In manum aridam qua Christo mota 
 
 est miseratio 48 
 In mulierem Canaanaeam cum Dn 
 
 decertantem 316 
 In natales Domini Pastoribus nun- 
 
 tiatos 311 
 
 In Natales Mariae Principis 334 
 In nocturnum & hyemale iter infantis 
 
 Domini 60 
 In nubem, quae Dominum abstulit 
 
 3'5 
 
 In obitum Rev. V. D ris Mansell 341 
 In partum B. Virg s . non difficilem 
 
 324 
 
 In Petrum auricidam 42 
 In Pharisaeos Christi verbis insidiantes 
 
 31.9 
 In Picturam Reverendissimi Episcopi, 
 
 D. Andrews 134 
 In Pigmaliona 179 
 In piscem dotatum 42 
 In Pontium male lautum 42 
 In resurrectionem Domini 41 
 In Rev d . Dre. Brooke Epitaphium 340 
 In Sanctum igneis linguis descen- 
 
 dentem Spiritum 324 
 In sanguinem circumcisionis Domi- 
 
 nicae. Ad convivas, quos haec dies 
 
 apud nos solennes habet 52 
 In sapientiam seculi 50 
 In Saulum fulgore nimis excaecatum 
 
 V 
 
 390 
 
 In S. Columbam ad Christi caput 
 
 sedentem (Latin) 44 
 In S. Columbam ad Christi caput 
 
 sedentem (Greek) 302 
 In seculi sapientes 33 
 In segetum sacram 38 
 In Sepulchrum Domini 309 
 In Serenissimae Reginae partum hye- 
 
 malem 131 
 
 In S. Lucam Medicum 317 
 In spinas demtas e Christi capite 
 
 cruentatas 313 
 
 In Spiritus sancti Descensum 16 
 In stabulum ubi natus est Dominus 
 
 (Latin) 50 
 In stabulum ubi natus est Dominus 
 
 (Greek) 303 
 
 In tenellos Martyres 51 
 In tibicines & turbam tumultuantem 
 
 circa defunctam 34 
 In trabem Pharisaicam 45 
 In vincula Petro sponte delapsa, & 
 
 apertas fores 28 
 In vulnera Dei pendentis 26 
 In vulnera pendentis Domini 40 
 In vulnerum vestigia quae ostenclit 
 Dominus, ad firmandam suorum 
 fidem 41 
 Isaacsons Chronologic explaned, On 
 
 the Frontispiece of 155, 156 
 Italian, Out of the 153 
 
 Joh. i. 23 311 
 Joh. 3. 314 
 Joh. 6. 14. 26 309 
 Juga bourn emi 44 
 
 King's Coronation, Upon the 355, 356 
 
 Lauda Sion Salvatorem. The Hymn 
 
 for the Bl. Sacrament 248 
 Lazarus his teares, Upon 76 
 Lectori 9 
 
 Legatio Baptistae ad Christum 320 
 Leprosi ingrati 18, 27 
 Leprosus Dominum implorans 53 
 Licetne Caesari censum dare ? 34 
 Lord in his Circumcision to his Father, 
 
 Our B. 84 
 Lord, naked and bloody, On our 
 
 crucified 85 
 Lord's last comfortable discourse with 
 
 his Disciples, Upon our 82
 
 INDEX OF TITLES 
 
 Loves Horoscope 148 
 
 Luc. 18. 39 318 
 
 Lux venit in mundum, sed dilexerunt 
 
 homines magis tenebras quam lucem 
 
 29 
 
 Mansell Rev d V. D ril , In obitum 341 
 
 Manus arefacta sanatur 42 
 
 Marc. 7. 33 & 36 310 
 
 Maria vero assidens ad pedes ejus, 
 
 audiebat eum 15 
 Marriage, On 145 
 Martiall, Out of 125 
 Mat. 9 319 
 Melius purgatur stomachus per vomi- 
 
 tum, quam per secessum 333 
 Miracle of Loaves, On the 75 
 Miracle of multiplyed Loaves, On 
 
 the 73 
 
 Miraculum quinque panum 25 
 Mittit Joannes qui quaerant a Christo, 
 
 an is sit 41 
 Mitto vos, sicut agnos in medio 
 
 luporutn 310 
 Morning, To the, Satisfaction for 
 
 sleepe 146 
 
 Motto, The Authors 70 
 Mulier Canaanitis 54 
 Mulieri incu[r]vatae medetur Dominus, 
 
 indignante Archisynagogo 30 
 Murmurabunt Pharisaei, dicentes, Re- 
 
 cipit peccatores & comedit cum 
 
 ill's 45 
 Musicks Duell 119 
 
 Name above every Name, the Name 
 
 of Jesus, To the 193 
 Nam ego non solum vinciri &c. 319 
 Nanus mounted upon an Ant, On 
 
 130 
 Nativity of Our Lord God, In the 
 
 Holy 200 
 
 Nee sicut iste Publicanus 316 
 Nee velut hie Publicanus 32 
 Neither durst any man from that day, 
 
 aske him any more questions 79 
 Ne laedite terram, neque mare, neque 
 
 arbores, quousque obsignaverimus 
 
 servos Dei nostri in frontibus suis 
 
 21 
 Neque ausus fuit quisquam ex illo die 
 
 eum amplius interrogare 31 
 Ne soliciti estote in crastinum 18 
 
 New Year's Day 205 
 
 Nisi digitum immisero, &c. 35 
 
 Non accipimus brevem vitam, sed 
 
 facimus 328 
 
 Non erat iis in diversorio locus 19 
 Non dico, me rogaturum Patrem pro 
 
 vobis 63 
 Non solum vinciri sed & mori para- 
 
 tus sum 1 6 
 Non sum dignus ut sub tecta mea 
 
 venias 23 
 
 Nunc dimittis 24, 38 
 Nunc scimus te habere daemonlum 25 
 
 Obolum Viduae (Latin) 15 
 Obolum viduae (Greek) 301 
 Obtulit eis pecunias 17 
 Office of the Holy Crosse, The 216 
 O Gloriosa Domina, The Hymn 254 
 One eye, It is better to goe into 
 
 heaven with, &c. 80 
 Onus meum leve est 25 
 Our Saviours tombe wherein never 
 
 man was laid, Upon 79 
 
 Pacem meam do vobis 59 
 
 Paps which thou hast sucked, Blessed 
 
 be the 80 
 
 Paralyticus convalescens 40 
 Pavor enim occupaverat eum super 
 
 capturam piscium 318 
 Pene persuades mihi ut fiam Christi- 
 
 anus 28 
 
 Petronius, Ales Phasiacis, &c. 346 
 Phaenicis Genethliacon & Epicedion 
 
 1 80 
 
 Pharisaeus & Publicanus (Latin) 13 
 Pharisaeus & Publicanus (Greek) 
 
 3! 
 
 Picture sent to a Friend, With a 127 
 Piscatores vocati 34 
 Pisces multiplicati 315 
 Place where the Lord lay, Come see 
 
 the 75 
 
 Pontio lavanti 56 
 Pontius washing his blood-stained 
 
 hands, To 81 
 
 Pontius washing his hands, To 75 
 Porter Dr, An Elegie on the death of 
 
 362 
 
 Powder day, Upon the 147 
 Prayer 278 
 Priest coming that way, looked on 
 
 39 i
 
 INDEX OF TITLES 
 
 him and passed by, And a certaine 
 
 80 
 Primo mane venit ad sepulchrum 
 
 Magdalena 14 
 Princesse Elizabeth, Upon the birth 
 
 of the 357 
 Principi recens natae omen maternae 
 
 indolis 150 
 
 Priscianus verberans, & vapulans 337 
 Priscianus verberans et vapulans, Ad 
 
 librum... 338 
 Prodigall, On the 74 
 Ps. i 308 
 Psalme 23 86 
 Psalme. 137 88 
 Publicanus procul stans percutiebat 
 
 pectus suum 15 
 Puer Jesus inter Doctores 52 
 Pulchra non diuturna 329 
 
 Quaerit Jesum suum beata Virgo 23 
 Quaerit Jesum suum Maria, &c. 342 
 Quare comedit Magister vester cum 
 
 peccatoribus &c. 316 
 Quare cum Publicanis manducat Ma- 
 gister vester 26 
 Queen's Majesty, To the 215 
 Queen, To the, An apologie 165 
 Queen, To the, Upon her numerous 
 
 Progenie 166 
 Quid timidi estis 37 
 Quid turbati estis? Videte manus 
 
 meas & pedes, quia ego ipse sum 
 
 27 
 
 Quid vis tibi faciam 38 
 Qui maximus est inter vos, esto sicut 
 
 qui minimus 47 
 Quinque panes ad quinque hominum 
 
 millia 14 
 Quis ex vobis si habeat centum oves, 
 
 & perdiderit unam ex illis...&c. 
 
 3.05 
 Quisquis perdiderit animam suam mea 
 
 causa, inveniet earn 14 
 Quomodo potest homo gigni qui est 
 
 senex 29 
 
 Recommendation, The 230 
 Relictis omnibus sequuti sunt eum 
 
 3H 
 
 Relictis omnibus sequutus est eum 48 
 Religious House, Description of a 
 289 
 
 392 
 
 Rex Redux 158 
 
 Rogavit eum, ut descenderet, & san- 
 aret filium suum 318 
 
 Sabbatum Judaicum, & Christianum 
 
 24 
 Sacerdos quidam descendens eadem 
 
 via, vidit & praeteriit 18 
 Sampson to his Dalilah 85 
 Sancta Maria Dolorum 237 
 S. Joannes matri suae 31 
 Sancto Joanni, dilecto discipulo 35 
 S. Mary Magdalene or The Weeper 
 
 258 
 St Peter casting away his Nets at our 
 
 Saviours call, On 84 
 St Peter cutting off Malchus his eare, 
 
 On 83 
 St Peters shadow, The sick implore 
 
 74 
 
 S. Stephanus amicis suis, funus sibi 
 curantibus 51 
 
 S. Teresa, A Hymn to the Name and 
 Honor of the admirable 266 
 
 S. Thomas, The Hymn of, in adora- 
 tion of the Blessed Sacrament 245 
 
 Saviours tombe wherin never man was 
 laid, Upon our 79 
 
 Saviours wounds, on the still surviving 
 marks of our 74 
 
 Seen and hated, But now they have 
 
 83 
 
 Serenissimae Reginae librum suum 
 
 commendat Academia 336 
 Sepulcher of our Lord, Upon the 73, 
 
 230 
 Sepulchres of the Prophets, Yee 
 
 build the 81 
 Sic dilexit mundum Deus, ut Filium 
 
 morti traderet 43 
 Si Filius Dei es, dejice te 31 
 Si quis pone me veniet, tollat crucem 
 
 & sequatur me 48 
 Song, A 277 
 
 Song, A. Out of the Italian 151 
 Sospetto d' Herode. Libro Primo 
 
 90 
 Spring, In the praise of, Out of Virgil 
 
 126 
 Stanninow Mr, An Elegy upon the 
 
 Death of 360 
 
 Teare, The 71
 
 INDEX OF TITLES 
 
 Temperance. Of the Cheap Physitian 
 
 Upon the translation of Lessius 293 
 Tetigit linguam ejus, &c. & loque- 
 
 batur & praecepit illis ne cui 
 
 dicerent : illi vero eo magls prae- 
 
 dicabant 17 
 
 Thesaurus malorum faemina 176 
 Tollat crucem suam &c. 317 
 Tournay, Venerabili viro Magistro 7 
 Tranquillitas animi, similitudine duct a 
 
 ab ave captiva & canora tamen 183 
 Tuam ipsius animam pertransibit gla- 
 
 dius 52 
 
 Tune sustulerunt lapides 40 
 Two went up into the temple to pray 
 
 77 
 
 Ubi amorem praecipit 309 
 Umbra S. Petri medetur aegrotis 17 
 
 Venus putting on Mars his Armes, 
 
 Upon 130 
 
 Verbum inter spinas 24 
 Verily I say unto you, yee shall weep 
 
 and lament 82 
 Veris descriptio 331 
 Vexilla Regis, The Hymn of the Holy 
 
 Crosse 231 
 Videbunt Filium hominis venientem 
 
 in nube 35 
 
 Videns ventum magnum, timuit, & 
 
 cum coepisset demergi, clamavit, 
 
 &c. 17 
 
 Viderunt, & oderunt me 318 
 Videte lilia agrorum nee Solomon 
 
 &c. 310 
 
 Vidit urbem, & flevit super earn 315 
 Viduae filius e feretro matri redditur 19 
 Vincula sponte decidunt 21 
 Vos flebitis & lamentabimini 39 
 Votiva Domus Petrensis Pro Domo 
 
 Dei 107 
 Vox Joannis; Christus Verbum 311 
 
 Wash his feet with teares, She began 
 
 to 83 
 
 Water made wine, Upon the 78 
 Water of our Lords Baptisme, On the 
 
 73 
 
 Weeper, The 259 
 
 Whosoever shall loose his life &c. 343 
 
 Widows Mites, The 73 
 
 Wishes. To his (supposed) Mistresse 
 
 160 
 Wounds of our crucified Lord, On the 
 
 85 
 
 Zachaeus in Sycomoro 306 
 Zacharias minus credens 30 
 
 B B5 
 
 393
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 A Brooke whose streame so great, 
 
 so good 143 
 Absint, qui ficto simulant pia pectora 
 
 vultu 324 
 Accipe (an ignoscis?) de te sata 
 
 germina, miles 313 
 Accipe dona, Puer; parvae libamina 
 
 laudis 324 
 Ad coenam voco te (domini quod 
 
 jussa volebant) 44 
 Ad nutum Domini abjecisti retia, 
 
 Petre 314 
 A Drop, one drop, how sweetly one 
 
 faire drop 82 
 Ad te sydereis, ad te, Bone Tityre, 
 
 pennis 311 
 jternall love ! what 'tis to love thee 
 
 well 344 
 Agnus eat, ludatq (licet) sub patre 
 
 petulco 53 
 Ah ferus, ah culter ! qui tam bona 
 
 lilia primus 322 
 Ah male, quisquis is est, pereat ! 
 
 qui scilicet istis 45 
 Ah nimis est, ilium nostrae vel 
 
 tradere vitae 43 
 Ah, quis erat furor hos (tam raros) 
 
 solvere somnos 316 
 Ah qui tam propero cecidit sic funere, 
 
 vitae 5 1 
 Ah, redeas miserae, redeas (puer 
 
 alme) parenti 23 
 Ah satis, ah nimis est : noli ultra 
 
 ferre magistrum 18 
 Ah tamen Ipse roga : tibi scilicet 
 
 ille roganti 63 
 All Hybla's honey, all that sweet- 
 
 nesse can 82 
 All Trees, all leavy Groves confesse 
 
 the Spring 126 
 All we have is God's, and yet 82 
 
 394 
 
 And is he gone, whom these armes 
 
 held but now 342 
 And now th' art set wide ope, the 
 
 spear's sad art 78 
 *Av5pes, ISov, (Irtpoiffi v6ois) Svw Ipov 
 
 tarjK6ov 301 
 A Plant of noble stemme, forward 
 
 and faire 136 
 Arma vides ; arcus, pharetramq;, 
 
 levesqj sagittas 58 
 Arma, viri ! (aetheriam quocunq sub 
 
 ordine pubem 312 
 "Apros trjv TOI df]T (eiirelv fl^utj iariv) 
 
 e'/reiVoj 303 
 
 As if the stonne meant him 76 
 Aspice (namq novum est) ut ab hos- 
 
 pite pendeat hospes 15 
 At th' Ivory Tribunall of your hand 
 
 364 
 
 Aut Deus, aut saltern daemon tibi 
 notior esset 25 
 
 Bella vocant : arma (6 socii) nostra 
 
 arma paremus 59 
 Bright Babe ! Whose awfull beautyes 
 
 make 208 
 Bright Goddesse, (whether Jove thy 
 
 father be 359 
 Bright starre of Majesty, oh shedd 
 
 on mee 357 
 Britain ! the mighty Oceans lovely 
 
 bride 166 
 Bruma fuit? non, non : ah non fuit, 
 
 ore sub isto 55 
 But there were Rocks would not 
 
 relent at this 227 
 
 Candite rex campi, cui floris eburnea 
 
 pompa est 310 
 Cedant, quae, rerum si quid tenue 
 
 atq;jninutum est 45
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 Cedit io. jam, jamq cadet, modo 
 
 fortiter urge 316 
 Xaipe suum neque Caesareus jam 
 
 nuntiet ales 56 
 Xetp eTri(3a\\o/j.{vi>) Xprrou firl/3a\\ei> 
 
 dirutrwv 306 
 Christ bids the dumb tongue speak, 
 
 it speakes, the sound 74 
 Christe, jubes muta ora loqui ; muta 
 
 ora loquuntur 17 
 Christe, loquutus eras (6 sacra li- 
 
 centia verbi !) 24 
 Christe, malas fraudes, Pharisaica 
 
 retia, fallis 31 
 Christum, quod misero facilis peccata 
 
 remittit 40 
 Circulus hie similem quam par sibi 
 
 pergit in orbem ! 324 
 Collige te tibi (torve Draco) furiasque 
 
 facesque 51 
 
 Come and let us live my Deare 159 
 Come, brave soldjers, come, & see 
 
 344 
 
 Come death, come bands, nor do you 
 
 shrink, my ears 84 
 Come we shepheards whose blest 
 
 sight 201 
 Conveniunt alacres (sic, sic juvat ire 
 
 sub umbras) 17 
 Could not once blinding mee, cruel 
 
 suffice 85 
 Credo quidem. sed & hoc hostis 
 
 te credidit ipse 312 
 Credo quod ista potes, velles modo : 
 
 sed quia credo 53 
 Cresce, 6 dulcibus imputanda Divis 
 
 150 
 Cui sacra syderea volucris suspen- 
 
 ditur ala 44 
 Cum Christus nostris ibat mitissimus 
 
 oris 32 
 Cuncta Deo debentur: habet tamen 
 
 & sua Caesar 34 
 Cur cupis hie adeo, dormitor Petre, 
 
 manere 310 
 
 Damna adsunt multis taciti com- 
 pendia lucri 182 
 
 Dear, heavn-designed Soul 282 
 
 Dear hope! earths dowry, & heavn's 
 debt 297 
 
 Dear Reliques of a dislodg'd Soul, 
 whose lack 292 
 
 Death, what dost? 6 hold thy Blow 
 
 . r ? 8 
 Dicite, quae tanta est sceleris fiducia 
 
 vestri 33 
 Die mihi, quo tantos properas, puer 
 
 auree, nummos 16 
 Die, Phoenix unde in nitidos novus 
 
 emicat annos 29 
 Discite vos miseri, venientes discite 
 
 flammas 31 
 Dum linquunt Christum (ah morbus !) 
 
 sanantur euntes 18 
 Dum nimium in captis per te, Petre, 
 
 piscibus haeres 318 
 Dum vires refero vomitus, & nobile 
 
 munus 333 
 
 Each blest drop, on each blest limme 73 
 Ecce hie peccator timidus petit ad- 
 vena templum 15 
 Ecce manu imposita Christus nova 
 
 sidera ponit 306 
 Ecce suam implorat, demisso vertice, 
 
 falcem 38 
 Ecce tuos lapides! nihil est pre- 
 
 tiosius illis 321 
 Ecce tuus, Natura, pater ! pater hie 
 
 tuus, hie est 22 
 Ecce vagi venit unda cibi; venit 
 
 indole sacra 25 
 
 Eheu ver breve, & invidum 329 
 *Etj fj.ii> fyu, rf IJLOV irXdvi) irepirjyfv, 
 
 &XTI/J.I 305 
 En caput ! atq suis quae plus satis 
 
 ora laborant 315 
 En consanguine! ! patriis en exul in 
 
 oris 13 
 En duo Templum adeunt (diversis 
 
 mentibus ambo :) 1 3 
 En me, & signa mei, quondam mea 
 
 vulnera ! certe 27 
 "Ev fiiv, Ia/cw/3e, Kf<f>aM)v rot !-l<j>os 
 
 airrfpev 305 
 
 En mensae faciles, redivivaque vul- 
 nera coenae 14 
 
 En redeunt, lacrymasq breves nova 
 gaudia pensant 19 
 En serpit tua, purpureo tua palmite 
 
 vitis 28 
 En tibi Musam, (Praeceptor colen- 
 
 dissime) quas ex tuis 325 
 Ergo ille, Angelicis 6 sarcina dignior 
 
 alis 311 
 
 395
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 Ergo istis socium se peccatoribus 
 
 addit 26 
 Ergo iterum in lacrymas, & saevi mur- 
 
 mura planctus 341 
 Ergo meas spernis lacrymas, urbs 
 
 perfida? Sperne 315 
 Ergo mihi salvete mei, mea gaudia, 
 
 luctus 39 
 Ergone delitias facit, & sibi plaudit 
 
 ab alto 33 
 Ergone tarn subita potuit vice flebilis 
 
 horror 32 
 Ergo sequor, sequor en ! quippe & 
 
 mihi crux mea, Christe est 48 
 Erg6 tot heu (torvas facies) tot in ora 
 
 leonum 314 
 Ergo tuam pone ; ut nobis sit sumere 
 
 nostram 317 
 
 Erg6 tu luges nimium citatam 328 
 Ergo ut inultus eas? Sed nee 
 
 tamen ibis inultus 321 
 Ergo veni; quicunqj ferant tua signa 
 
 timores 320 
 Erg6 viatores teneros, cum Prole 
 
 Parentem 60 
 Esse levis quicunque voles, onus ac- 
 
 cipe Christi 25 
 Et fuit : ille lapis (quidni sit dicere ?) 
 
 panis 54 
 Et quid si biberet Jesus vel ab 
 
 ubere vestro 39 
 Et ver6 jam tempus erat tibi, maxima 
 
 Mater 124 
 Euge argumentum ! sic disputat : euge 
 
 sophista 46 
 Euge Deus ! (pleno populus fremit 
 
 undiq plausu :) 310 
 Exul, Amor Christi est: Christum 
 
 tamen invenit exul 22 
 Faithlesse and fond Mortality 135 
 Fallitur, ad mentum qui pendit quemq; 
 
 profundum 52 
 Falleris. & nudum male ponis (Pictor) 
 
 Amorem 319 
 Felices animse ! quas coelo debita 
 
 virtus 49 
 Felices! properastis io, properastis. 
 
 & altam 321 
 Felix ! ergo tuae spectas natalia dex- 
 
 trae 42 
 Felix 6 ! lacrymis (6 Lazare) ditior 
 
 istis 20 
 Felix 6, sacros cui sic licet ire per artus 30 
 
 396 
 
 Felix, qui potuit tantae post nubila 
 
 noctis 50 
 Ferri non meminit ferrum : se vincula 
 
 Petro 28 
 Ferte sinus, 6 ferte : cadit vindemia 
 
 coeli 1 6 
 Foure Teeth thou had'st that ranck'd 
 
 in goodly state 125 
 Frustra ilium increpitant, frustra vaga 
 
 saxa : nee illi 22 
 Fundite ridentes animas; effundite 
 
 coelo 23 
 
 Goe now ; and with some daring 
 
 drugg 293 
 Goe smiling soules, your new built 
 
 Cages breake 75 
 Grow plumpe, leane Death ; his Holi- 
 
 nesse a feast 353 
 Gutta brevis nummi (vitae patrona 
 
 senilis) 15 
 
 Haec charta monstrat, Fama quern 
 
 monstrat magis 134 
 Haec est, quae sacra didicit florere 
 
 figura 332 
 Hail, most high, most humble one 
 
 254 
 
 Hail, sister springs 259 
 Hanc, mihi quam miseram faciunt 
 
 mea crimina vitam 317 
 Happy me! O happy sheepe 86 
 Hark ! she is call'd, the parting houre 
 
 is come 256 
 Has en primitias nostrae (Pater) 
 
 accipe mortis 36 
 Hath aged winter, fledg'd with 
 
 feathered raine 360 
 Hath only anger an Omnipotence 77 
 Hears't thou, my soul, with serious 
 
 things 251 
 Here where Our Lord once laid his 
 
 head 72, 230 
 Her eyes flood lickes his feetes faire 
 
 staine 83 
 Heus conviva! bibin'? Maria haec, 
 
 Mariaeq' puellus 52 
 High mounted on an Ant Nanus the 
 
 tall 130 
 His oculis (nee adhuc clausis coiere 
 
 fenestris) 41 
 Hoc Caesar tibi (Roma) tuus dedit, 
 
 armaq;? solis 54
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 Hope whose weak beeing ruin'd is 295 
 Hos quoq ? an hos igitur saevi lacera- 
 
 bitis agnos 310 
 How fit our well-rank'd Feasts do 
 
 follow 147 
 
 How life and death in thee 79, 233 
 Hue hospes, oculos flecte, sed lacrimis 
 
 coecos 137 
 
 Hue 6 sacris circumflua coetibus 164 
 Hunc quocjj materna (nimium nisi 
 
 magna rogamus) 336 
 Hunc tu (Nile) tuis majori flumine 
 
 monstra 47 
 
 Ignitum latus, & sacrum tibi gratulor 
 
 ostrum 336 
 
 If ever Pitty were acquainted 140 
 I frustra truculente ; tuas procul aurea 
 
 rident 33 
 If with distinctive Eye, and Mind, 
 
 you looke 155 
 I late the roman youth's lov'd prayse 
 
 & pride 284 
 Ilia domus stabulum ? non est (Puer 
 
 auree) non est 50 
 Ilia manus lavat unda tuas, vanissime 
 
 Judex 42 
 Ille abiit. jamq o quae nos mala cunq 
 
 manetis 312 
 Ille Deus, Deus : haec populi vox 
 
 unica : tan turn 16 
 Ille igitur vilem te, te dignatur asellum 
 
 35 
 Ille jubet : procul ite mei, mea gloria, 
 
 rami 30 
 Ille niger sacris exit (quam lautus !) 
 
 ab undis 15 
 Illi non locus est? Ilium ergo pellitis? 
 
 Ilium 19 
 Ille redit, redit. Hoc populi bona 
 
 murmura volvunt 158 
 Ille suum didicit quondam objurgare 
 
 magistrum 13 
 Ille ut eat tecum, in natiq, tuiq" 
 
 salutem 318 
 Ilium (qui, toto currens vaga flammula 
 
 mundo 51 
 I miser, inque tuas rape non tua tem- 
 
 pora curas 18 
 Immo veni : aerios (6 Christe) accin- 
 
 gere currus 35 
 Imperiosa premunt morbos, & ferrea 
 
 fati 28 
 
 Impius ergo iterum clavos? iterum 
 
 impius hastam 35 
 Improba turba tace. Mihi tarn mea 
 
 vota propinquant 304 
 Infantis fore te patrem, res mira 
 
 videtur 30 
 Infelix, Christum reus es quicunque 
 
 colendi 45 
 In gremio, quaeris, cur sic sua lumina 
 
 Virgo 25 
 In proprios replicata sinus quae rep- 
 
 serat, & jam 30 
 
 In shade of death's sad Tree 237 
 In tua tecta Deus veniet : tuus haud 
 
 sinit illud 23 
 I paint so ill my peece had need to be 
 
 127 
 Ipse suum pelagus, morboque immer- 
 
 sus aquoso 19 
 Ipsos naturae thalamos sapis, imaq 
 
 rerum 312 
 Ipsum, ipsum (precor) 6 potius mihi 
 
 (candide) monstra 26 
 I sing Impiety beyond a name 349 
 I sing the Name which None can 
 
 say 193 
 'S murther no sin? Or a sin so cheape 
 
 81 
 Istum ? vile caput ! quantum mihi 
 
 gratulor, inquis 32 
 Ite meae lacrymae (nee enim moror) 
 
 ite. Sed oro 181 
 Ite mei (quid enim ulterius, quid 
 
 vultis?) ocelli 38 
 I vita; I, perdam : mihi mors tua, 
 
 Christe, reperta est 14 
 I would be married, but I'de have no 
 
 Wife 145 
 
 Jam cedant, veteris cedant miracula 
 
 saxi 309 
 Jam coeli circiim tonuit fragor: anna, 
 
 minasque 43 
 Jam credunt. Deus es. (Deus est, 
 
 qui teste palato 309 
 Jamq pates, cordisq seram gravis hasta 
 
 reclusit 313 
 Jesu, no more ! It is full tide 
 
 241 
 
 Kepparloio fipa\tia pom, /3ioTOo T* 
 
 dijHivfnp 301 
 Know'st thou this Souldier? 'tis a 
 
 397
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 much chang'd plant, which yet 83, 
 
 2 43 
 
 Know you faire on what you looke 
 no 
 
 Let hoary Time's vast Bowels be the 
 
 Grave 156 
 
 Let it no longer be a forlorne hope 73 
 Lex jubet ex hominum coetu procul 
 
 ire leprosos 27 
 
 Little-buzzing- wanton elfe 345 
 Live Jesus, Live, and let it bee 71 
 Lo here a little volume, but great 
 
 Book 278 
 Lo here the faire Chariclia ! in whom 
 
 strove 144 
 Loe where a Wounded Heart with 
 
 Bleeding Eyes conspire 258 
 Look up, languisting Soul ! Lo where 
 
 the fair 231 
 Lord, what is man? why should he 
 
 coste thee 234 
 Lord, when the sense of thy sweet 
 
 grace 277 
 Love, brave Vertues younger Brother 
 
 148 
 Love is lost, nor can his Mother 
 
 128 
 
 Love now no fire hath left him 153 
 Love, thou art Absolute sole lord 
 
 267 
 Luce sua venit ecce Deus, mundoque 
 
 refulget 29 
 Luctibus in tantis, Christum ridere 
 
 vacabat 50 
 Ludite jam pisces secura per ae- 
 
 quora : pisces 34 
 
 Maenia Troiae Hostis & ignis 1 78 
 Messis inauravit Cerei jam quarta 
 
 capillos 7 
 Mid'st all the darke and knotty 
 
 snares 79 
 Miraris (quid enim faceres?) sed & 
 
 haec quoq ; credis 33 
 'Mongst those long rowes of crownes 
 
 that guild your race 215 
 Monstrat Joannes Christum, haud res 
 
 mira videtur 311 
 Mors tibi, & Herodes instant : cum 
 
 nuncius ales 3 1 4 
 Musa redi; vocat alma parens Acade- 
 
 mia: Noster 154 
 
 398 
 
 Muse, now the servant of soft Loves 
 no more 90 
 
 Nam neq tarn sola est. O quis male 
 
 censor amarus 113 
 Nascere mine ; 6 nunc ! quid enim, 
 
 puer alme, moraris 159 
 Nasceris, en ! tecumque tuus (Rex 
 
 auree) mundus 41 
 Nee facta est tamen ilia Parens im- 
 
 pune ; quod almi 324 
 Ne mihi, tu (Pharisaee ferox) tua 
 
 lumina jactes 47 
 Ne miles velit ista loqui, tu munera 
 
 donas 56 
 Ne, pia, ne nimium, Virgo, permitte 
 
 querelis 323 
 Nescis Jacobus quantum hunc tibi 
 
 debeat ictum 305 
 Nil ait : 6 sanctae pretiosa silentia 
 
 linguae 23 
 Ni se dejiciat Christus de vertice 
 
 Templi 31 
 Nobiscum Deus est ? vestrum hoc est 
 
 (hei mihi !) vestrum 36 
 Noli altum sapere (hoc veteres voluere 
 
 magistri) 50 
 Non est hoc matris, sed (crede) 
 
 modestia nati 310 
 Non modo vincla, sed & mortem 
 
 tibi, Christe, subibo 16 
 Non satis est caedes, nisi stuprum hoc 
 
 insuper addas 56 
 Non solita contenta dies face lucis 
 
 Eoae 36 
 Non tibi, Christe, fidem tua tot mira- 
 
 cula praestant 20 
 No roofes of gold o're riotous tables 
 
 shining 289 
 Now is the noon of sorrow's night 
 
 223 
 Now Lord, or never, they'l beleeve 
 
 on thee 75 
 Now Westward Sol had spent the 
 
 richest Beams 119 
 Nox erat, & Christum (Doctor male 
 
 docte) petebas 314 
 NWCT' tXtrjffov ffiT^v. tXfyaov. vat rot 
 
 ticfivo 304 
 NOv fri i)fj^Tpov fff, X/XOTC, ?xA t> ' 
 
 rbv l-pura 303 
 Nulla mihi (Luca) de te medicamina 
 
 PQ.SCO 49
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 Nulla (precor) busto surgant mihi 
 
 marmora : bustum 5 1 
 Nuper lecta gravem extinxit pia pagina 
 
 febrem 317 
 Nusqua immitis agat ventus sua mur- 
 
 mura ; nusqua 2 1 
 
 O bone, discipulus Christi vis maximus 
 
 esse 47 
 O felix nimis Ilia, & nostrae nobile 
 
 Nomen 109 
 O frontis, lateris, manuumq; pedum- 
 
 que cruores 26 
 O Grex, 6 nimium tanto Pastore 
 
 beatus 40 
 *0t/cos 65' t<r' a.G\i). ov /JLT?I T6$ ol/cos, 
 
 'lyaov 303 
 O mihi cur dextram, mater, cur, oro, 
 
 sinistram 31 
 
 O mighty Nothing ! unto thee 78 
 O mihi qui nunquam nomen nondulce 
 
 fuisti 8 
 O mihi si digito tremat & tremat unica 
 
 summo 29 
 One eye? a thousand rather, and a 
 
 thousand more 80 
 O nigra haec ! Quid enim mihi Candida 
 
 pectora monstrat 315 
 On the proud bankes of great 
 
 Euphrates flood 88 
 O quam te miseri ludunt vaga taedia 
 
 voti 319 
 
 ftpq. ere /celcos OfjKev diro<f>pd5i 339 
 Oro, quis es ? legal ista suo Baptista 
 
 Magistro 320 
 O sed nee calcanda tamen : pes im- 
 
 probe pergis 59 
 
 O te te nimis, & nimis beatum 308 
 O these wakefull wounds of thine 85 
 O thou the Span of whose Omni- 
 potence 365 
 'Ovdtv eyw, AOVKO., irapa. <rov fioi 
 
 (fxLpfJ.a.Kot' alru 302 
 'Qvpavov ^KTinrrjcrf /3po'/ioj. iro\tfiov 
 
 Kal ctTreiXds 302 
 O ut ego angelicis fiam bona gaudia 
 
 termis 305 
 
 O vita, tantum lubricus quidam furor 
 182 
 
 Paenitet Artis 179 
 Pallas saw Venus arm'd, and streight 
 she cry'd 130 
 
 Parce tuo jam, bruma ferox, 6 parce 
 
 furori 334 
 
 Passenger who e're thou art 142 
 Paule, nihil metuas. non fert haec 
 
 vipera virus 308 
 Pellitur inde sitis ; sed & hinc sitis 
 
 altera surgit 49 
 Pene? quid hoc pene est? Vicinia 
 
 saeva salutis 28 
 11^ raxvepybs Ay ft irrtpvy affrepoeffffav 
 
 ipTfjLi>s 302 
 Petre, cades, 6, si dubitas : 6 fide : 
 
 nee ipsum 17 
 Petre, tua lateam paulisper (Petre) 
 
 sub umbra 27 
 Phaenix alumna mortis 180 
 3>aiSi/jLe, fJLol avri>v fjui\\6v IJLOI Scixwdi 
 
 O.VTQV 301 
 Post tot quae videant, tot quae 
 
 miracula tangant 55 
 Post tot Scribarum (Christe) in te 
 
 praelia, tandem 34 
 Posuit sub ista (non gravi) caput terra 
 
 34 
 Prende (miser) Christum ; & cum 
 
 Christo prende salutem 48 
 
 Quae, Christe, ambigua haec bifidi 
 
 tibi gloria teli est 59 
 Quae lucis tenebrae? quae nox est 
 
 ista diei 32 
 Quae mella, 6 quot, Christe, favos in 
 
 carmina fundis 317 
 Quae secreta meant taciti tibi retia 
 
 verbi 315 
 Quae vehit auratos nubes dulcissima 
 
 nimbos 313 
 Quam bene dispositis annus dat cur- 
 
 rere festis 21 
 Quam tacitis inopina salus illabitur 
 
 alis 37 
 Quando habeat gladium tua, Christe, 
 
 tragoedia nullum 52 
 Quanta amor ille tuus se cunq leva- 
 
 verit ala 315 
 Quantumcunque ferox tuus hie (Petre) 
 
 fulminat ensis 42 
 Quas Matthaeus opes, ad Christi 
 
 jussa, reliquit 48 
 Quicquid Amazoniis dedit olim fama 
 
 puellis 54 
 Quicquid spina procax, vel stylo clavus 
 
 acuto 27 
 
 399
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 Quid datis (ah miseri !) saxis nolenti- 
 
 bus iras 35 
 Quid facis ? ah ! tarn perversa quid 
 
 volvitur ira 337 
 Quid juvit clausisse fores (bone janitor) 
 
 istas 45 
 Quid mortem objicitis nostro, quid 
 
 vincla timori 319 
 Quid non tarn foede saevi maris 
 
 audeat ira 317 
 Quid te, quid jactas alienis fructibus, 
 
 arbor 306 
 Quid tibi vana suos offert mea bulla 
 
 tumores 171 
 Quid volo (Christe) rogas ? quippe ah 
 
 volo, Christe, videre 38 
 Qui ferro Petrum cumulas, durissime 
 
 custos 11 
 Quin & tu quoque busta tui Phoenicis 
 
 adora 57 
 Quippe potes pulchre captare & fallere 
 
 pisces 10 
 Quis deus, O quis erat qui te, mala 
 
 faemina, finxit 176 
 Quis malus appendit de mortis stipite 
 
 vitam 313 
 
 Quis novus hie refugis incumbit Tan- 
 talus undis 13 
 Quisquis es ille tener mod6 quern tua 
 
 mater Achilles 115 
 Quisquis nectareo serenus aevo 181 
 Quis Tagus hie, quae Pactoli nova 
 
 volvitur unda 44 
 Qu6d fervet tanto circum te, Christe, 
 
 tumultu 53 
 Quorsum hos hie nummos prefers ? 
 
 quorsum, impie Simon 17 
 
 Reach me a quill, pluckt from the 
 
 naming wing 351 
 Res eadem vario quantum distinguitur 
 
 usu 24 
 Rich Lazarus! richer in those Gems 
 
 thy Teares 76 
 
 Rise heire of fresh eternity 89 
 Rise, Royall Sion ! rise & sing 248 
 Rise then, immortall maid! Religion 
 
 rise in 
 Rise, thou best & brightest morning 
 
 203 
 
 Saepe Dei verbum sentes cadit inter ; 
 & atrum 24 
 
 400 
 
 Saeva fides ! voluisse meos tractare 
 
 dolores 14 
 Saeve dolor ! potes hoc ? oculos quoq 
 
 perpluis istos 309 
 
 Salve, alme custos Pierii gregis 5 
 Salve. Jamq; vale. Quid enim quis 
 
 pergeret ultra 9 
 Sanctorum in tumulis quid vult labor 
 
 ille colendis 48 
 Saxa? illi? quid tarn foedi voluere 
 
 furores 40 
 Scilicet & tellus dubitat tremebun- 
 
 da: sed ipsum hoc 41 
 See here an easie Feast that knows 
 
 no wound 73 
 Scene? and yet hated thee? they did 
 
 not see 83 
 Serta, puer: (quis nunc flores non 
 
 praebeat hortus) 131 
 Shame of thy mother soyle ! ill- 
 
 nurtur'd tree 347 
 Shew me himself, himself (bright 
 
 Sir) 6 show 75 
 Siccine fraternos fastidis, improbe, 
 
 morbos 316 
 Sic magis in numeros, morituraq 
 
 carmina vivit 309 
 Signa tuis tuus hostis habet contraria 
 
 signis 53 
 Siste te paulum (viator) ubi longum 
 
 sisti 132 
 Sit tibi (Joannes) tibi sit (Jacobe) 
 
 quod optas 46 
 Sive oculos, sive ora vocem tua 
 
 vulnera; certe 40 
 Soe I may gaine thy death, my life 
 
 Tie give 343. 
 
 Sordes 6 tibi gratulamur istas 338 
 Sound forth, coelestiall Organs, lett 
 
 heavens quire 355 
 Spectasne (ah !) placidisque oculis 
 
 mea vulnera tractas 18 
 Spes Diva salve. Diva avidam tuo 327 
 Spesne meas tandem erg6 mei tenuere 
 
 lacerti 24 
 
 Squammea vivae 180 
 Stay, silver-footed Came, strive not 
 
 to wed 362 
 Strange metamorphosis ! It was but 
 
 now 356 
 
 Stulte Cupido 177 
 Sum pulcher : at nemo tamen me 
 375
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 Suppose he had been tabled at thy 
 Teates 80 
 
 Take these, times tardy truants, sent 
 
 by me 175 
 Tamne ego sim tetricus? valeant 
 
 jejunia: vinum 57 
 Tanqua illi insanus faceret sua ful- 
 
 mina ventus 37 
 Tantum habuit Baptista loqui, tot 
 
 flumina rerum 314 
 Tell me bright boy, tell me my golden 
 
 Lad 74 
 Tempus adest, placidis quo Sol novus 
 
 auctior horis 331 
 Te quaero misera, & quaero : tu nunc 
 
 quoque tractas 37 
 That on her lap she casts her humble 
 
 eye 76 
 The bird, that's fetch't from Phasis 
 
 floud 346 
 The Complin hour comes last, to call 
 
 229 
 
 The early Prime blushes to say 219 
 The modest front of this small floore 
 
 157 
 
 The ninth with awfull horror heark- 
 ened to those groanes 225 
 These Houres, & that which hover's 
 
 o're my End 230 
 The smiling Morne had newly wak't 
 
 the Day 127 
 The Third hour's deafen'd with the 
 
 cry 221 
 
 The wakefull Matines hast to sing 217 
 The world's light shines, shine as it 
 
 will 83 
 They have left thee naked, Lord, O 
 
 that they had 85, 244 
 This reverend shadow cast that setting 
 
 Sun 134 
 Thou cheat's! us Ford, mak'st one 
 
 seeme two by Art 143 
 Though now 'tis neither May nor 
 
 June 364 
 Thou hast the art on't Peter, and 
 
 canst tell 84 
 Thou speak 'st the Word (Thy word's 
 
 a Law) 78 
 Thou trim'st a Prophets Tombe, and 
 
 dost bequeath 81 
 Thou water turn'st to wine (faire 
 
 friend of life) 78 
 
 Thus have I back again to thy bright 
 
 name 272 
 Thy God was making hast into thy 
 
 roofe 77 
 Thy hands are wash't, but 6 the 
 
 water's spilt 75 
 Ttirr' eiriKO/JLirafea 
 
 Kapiry 306 
 'Tis not the work of force but skill 
 
 190 
 Tolle oculos, tolle 6 tecum (tua sy- 
 
 dera) nostros 319 
 
 To see both blended in one flood 81 
 To thee these first fruits of *y grow- 
 ing death 84 
 To these, whom Death again did wed 
 
 291 
 
 To thy Lover 151 
 Tu Christum, Christum quod non 
 
 negat esse, lacessis 20 
 Tu contra mundum dux es meus, 
 
 optime Jesu 43 
 Tu fruere ; augustoq ; sinu caput abde 
 
 (quod 6 turn 35 
 Tu mala turba tace, mihi tarn mea 
 
 vota propinquant 318 
 Tu matutinos praevertis, sancta, ru- 
 
 bores 14 
 Tune, miser? tu (Mundus ait) mea 
 
 fulmina contra 46 
 Tu piscem si, Christe, velis, venit 
 
 ecce, suiimque 42 
 Tu qui adeo impatiens properasti 
 
 agnoscere Christum 41 
 Tu quoq dum istius miseri peccata 
 
 fateris 316 
 
 Tu tuis adsis, Venus alma, sacris 326 
 Twixt pen and pensill rose a holy 
 
 strife 189 
 Two devills at one blow thou hast 
 
 laid flat 80 
 Two Mites, two drops, yet all her 
 
 house and land 73 
 Two went to pray? 6 rather say 77 
 
 Ulmum vitis amat (quippe est & in 
 
 arbore flama 39 
 Una pene opera duplicem tibi Dae- 
 
 mona frangis 55 
 Unda sacras sordes lambit placidis- 
 
 sima : flavae 38 
 Under thy shadow may I lurke a 
 
 while 74 
 
 401
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 Unde rubor vestris, & non sua pur- 
 
 pura lymphis 37 
 Uno oculo? ah centum potitis mihi, 
 
 millia centum 19 
 Usq etiam nostros Te (Christe) tene- 
 
 mus amores 64 
 
 Ut cum delicias leves, loquacem 183 
 Ut magis in Mundi votis, Aviumq 
 
 querelis 107 
 Ut pretium facias dono, donare re- 
 
 cusas 39 
 
 Vadit (Io !) per aperta sui penetralia 
 
 coeli ^3 
 Vani, quid strepitis? nam, quamvis 
 
 dormiat ilia 34 
 Vescere pane tuo: sed & (hospes) 
 
 vescere Christo 46 
 Vidit? & odit adhuc? Ah, te non 
 
 vidit, Jesu 318 
 Vobis (Judaei) vobis haec volvitur 
 
 unda 47 
 Voce, manuq simul linguae tu, Christe, 
 
 ciendae 310 
 Vox ego sum, dicis. tu vox es, 
 
 sancte Joannes 21, 311 
 Vox jam missa suas potuit jam tan- 
 
 gere metas 49 
 Vulnera natorum qui vidit, & ubera 
 
 matrum 36 
 
 Was Car then Crashawe; or Was 
 
 Crashawe Car 187 
 Welcome my Grief, my Joy; how 
 
 deare's 82 
 Well meaning readers ! you that come 
 
 as friends 274 
 Well Peter dost thou wield thy active' 
 
 sword 83 
 What bright soft thing is this 
 
 7i 
 What ever storie of their crueltie 
 
 74 
 What heav n-mtreated Heart is This 
 
 190 
 What? Mars his sword? faire 
 
 Cytherea say 130 
 What succour can I hope the Muse 
 
 will send 146 
 When you are Mistresse of the song 
 
 '65 
 Where art thou Sol, while thus the 
 
 blind fold Day 144 
 Who ere she be 160 
 Why dost thou wound my wounds, 6 
 
 thou that passest by 80 
 With all the powres my poor Heart 
 
 hath 246 
 Would any one the true cause find 
 
 153 
 
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